He had stood too expectantly, waiting for the magic of an emissary of a Primordial Wolf.
His guard had been completely dropped, and with White's back faced to him, the Lord Berserker did not expect any attack whatsoever.
That was why, when the massive wing suddenly tore out from White's back and cleaved his throat, all he did was stare in confusion as his head spun into the sky before landing on the ground with a thump, rolling over to the legs of the rest of the Berserkers.
"Lord... Lord Berserk is dead!?"
One of the dozen Berserkers said in disbelief, then their eyes began burning a deep yellow.
"ATTACK!"
They roared out, and in the next moment, bone spears appeared in their palms as they rushed forward toward White, who chuckled.
RIIIIIIIIIP!
Another heavy sound of the air being ripped to pieces rang out, and a second massive wing burst out from his back, longer than seven meters.
They were like blades, roughly slashing at the approaching Berserkers.
