Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (12)

Horror gripped the sinister snake's heart, cursing to himself:

'How the hell is he even here?!'

Just moments ago, that monstrous bastard had been locked in battle with the divine deity. Dweezel had confirmed it multiple times, patiently biding his time to see if the two mages were merely bait.

After careful observation, he concluded they weren't—Shye Crowley had seemingly lost his mind, attacking the most dangerous threat in the area without hesitation.

But now, it turned out that hollow-eyed bastard had only been pretending—just like that wench, Wendy Primrose?!

These young bastards... they're more cunning than him, aren't they?!

Dweezel locked gazes with Shye's hollow eyes as two greatswords descended upon him in a diagonally downward arc.

It was then he realized that the young bastard's soul had truly been compromised by the forbidden art.

'Then how did he even think of such a clever trap?!'