In the eerie valley, the fierce battle continued to rage, but Nebular's fight was almost over.
"You will all be judged by my Master!"
Nebular used his Longsword as a crutch and struggled back to his feet, shouting baffling words.
Ronin carefully observed the man's severed leg. The wound wasn't bleeding; it seemed to have no effect on him other than hindering his movement.
"Who exactly is your master, Eliot?"
The Flowing Flame Sword wreathed in Flame, Ronin advanced on Nebular step by step. "Why have I never heard that name before?"
"Hahaha! Ignorant human, to have never even heard the name of Lady Eliot!"
Nebular's expression suddenly turned crazed, like a zealot beholding his god.
"She is the great Divine Envoy, a holy incarnation, the perfect queen!"
He glared madly at Ronin. "Just you watch! Even if I die today, you will never escape our Master's judgment!"
The sight made Ronin's brow furrow.
