The Ashcoil was no fool.
It knew it had played around too much and now death was knocking at its doorstep.
To an Old Lord that's been sealed for aeons, the title of an Apostle was still something rather new to them.
But what little information it did have was that the Apostles are the left and right hands of the divine!
Retainers of the divine throne!
Now that the Apostle was here, the Ashcoil decided to accept this defeat and cut its losses.
It would rather miss out on a meal than its life!
Face of a Hundred Beasts – Undead Lycoris.
Despite the gravity bearing down on the beast, tubes erupted from its body, spraying out a red cloud that hid its form.
*BANG!!! Even so, Shiera's sword slash struck true! Bisecting the body of the Ashcoil in an instant.
However, Shiera only frowned.
"This one's an annoying one." She could tell that her strike didn't kill the beast. No, whatever it did at the end allowed it to leave with its tail tucked between its legs.
"Arax!"
