Amon's mind was racing a thousand miles an hour.
There was no mistaking the man who had stopped his blade—Malachi, the Bone Sword. As the Prophet's right-hand man, he was one of the most powerful Apostles in the Demon Cult. His sheer strength and skill made him a terrifying force in the later stages of [Bright], and even Amon had no idea where his actual limits lay.
Amon knew he didn't stand a chance against the Apostle, even if he used everything in his arsenal to fight toe-to-toe with him. At best, Amon could hold back the man for a few moments while the rest escaped. But, looking at the posture of the seasoned Demonic Swordsman, Amon could tell that the man had no intention of letting anyone escape.
"Son, are you this generation's hero? If so, is that sword the infamous Ascalon? Doesn't look like it."