Death, clad in magnificent gold.
A colossal sword descended from the heavens like a towering pillar, threatening to crush Ethan and every hunter who had set foot inside the cathedral. The sheer amount of mana contained within the blade made Ethan tremble, leaving him powerless to do anything, even with the help of Legendary Weapons Master.
"I can't stop this…"
The desperate words escaped his lips as little more than a whisper, his head still tilted toward the heavens.
"RUN, BOY!! DON'T LET IT HIT YOU!!"
Asterion's roar struck like a thunderclap as he concentrated his strength into his legs and launched himself upward. The old man was desperately trying to give Ethan and the others whatever chance of survival he could, but his current condition was nowhere near enough to withstand an attack of such overwhelming magnitude.
"Run? Where the hell am I supposed to run?"
