A ragged breath escaped Bastion's lips as he stood in the scorched battlefield, sweat dripping from his brow as he caught a jarring sight on his peripheral vision where he saw Lucan's lifeless body, lying far behind Cain.
His once-proud young master had been reduced to a silent, motionless form as he had met his end at Dante's hands. The realization struck Bastion like a physical blow, draining the heat from his face before an even fiercer wave of wrath filled the air in the surroundings.
What hurt even more was his failure as he had promised to protect Lucan above everything else. For years, he had served the young master's family, honing his sword skills and flame techniques to ensure he could guard him from any danger. And now, Lucan was dead. Dante had claimed that life before Bastion could save him.