"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it," Daemoth muttered, pressing his forehead between his thumb and fingers. There was a hint of fear in his voice. "How am I going to explain this?"
He glared at Vlad with his sharp grey eyes. "All because of this suicidal bastard."
He slammed his wand into the ground, channeling his mana into the purple sphere.
The undeads screeched in unsettling voices as they lunged at Vlad.
Now that the team was gone, Vlad didn't need to hold himself up as a human shield anymore. He swung his sword behind his back, cutting off all the branches that had punctured through his skin.
His thick crimson blood splattered onto the ground as he staggered a few steps forward.
Just as the undeads were about to swarm him, he picked up his sword with the only functional hand he had left and poured his mana into it, activating the violent flames of Tempest Grade Sword Aura.
"AAAAA!!!" he roared, blood spilling from his mouth as he cut down the incoming monsters.
