Rebirth in Shadows: Magnus's Fall

Deep beneath southern peak, in the dark abyss of the underground The Dark Cavern, stood Aetheris. And before him, Magnus knelt, his body slumped in confusion and disbelief.

Defeated? Me?

He stared at his severed left arm, the same way he had looked at Aetheris's dismembered arm moments earlier. His left arm had been torn off, just like that. Dark blood poured from his mouth. The Cherry Blossom Sword—the sword that had been with him for years, covered in his own fingerprints… was now in the hands of Aetheris.

A Beast? A Monster?

But no, this was no ordinary beast. This creature wielded a sword.

From the moment he had lost his sword, the battle was already over. Aetheris had caught him off guard, exploiting his weaknesses in the moment of his deepest confusion.

As the demonic energy surged, threatening to overwhelm his senses, Aetheris struck from behind.

He had been caught from behind.