With bloody sweat dripping down his severally lacerated body, Kurtz hand tightened even more around the obsidian knife. The blade was so hard and its edge so sharp that Kurtz wanted to say a word of thanks to Mon, the demon.
Raising his head however, he could see numerous bone creatures being shattered as a dark blizzard seems to rage amongst them but Kurtz knew for sure that there was no blizzard, it was only Mon with his long dark whip.
He could not help wonder why the Demon did not fight like this against his brother.
From within destruction in the distance however, Kurtz could see a lucky bone creature once again slip through.
[Health: 10%]
“Not now.” Kurtz muttered, trying to ignore the sickening notification as the knife in his hand swung out, but for that moment, his focus seems to have slipped. From below, he could feel numerous sword-like claws pierced into his thigh even reaching his bones and his limbs quivered in electrifying pain.