"Y-you… what the hell are you!?"
Orvain tumbled backward, desperately scrambling to put distance between himself and the monster slowly approaching him.
'H-he killed them!'
Even in his own mind, it sounded impossible. The Twin Pyres, two legends of the Redflames whose names alone inspired fear, had been cut down in a single slash.
"W-what are you waiting for!? Attack him! Now!"
The remaining Redflames snapped out of their shock and stared at Orvain with wide eyes.
"Y-young master?"
But Orvain had already turned and fled, sprinting into the forest without a second glance.
The two Redflames exchanged a brief, resolute look before turning back toward Atticus, only to find empty space.
"Where—?"
They didn't even finish the word.
Countless thin lines surfaced across their bodies, tracing over their skin like invisible threads before flashing brightly.
In the next instant, they split apart.
…
