Auren's sweat dropped nervously as his eyes witnessed his strongest tool ever break.
The runesteel blade that had carried him through hell split apart, fragments scattering into glowing dust. Ten strikes. That was all it had taken for Romeov's destructive mana to unravel a weapon forged by the elves themselves.
Even his defensive rings, blessed artifacts, would crumble against this monster's power.
"Crap. Why now…"
But another message made the situation worst as Bigbird's voice chimed in urgently.
Master! Transformation limit—thirty seconds left!
"What!?"
Clank.
Romeov rested his enormous blade against his shoulder, smirking confidently.
"It's over."
His tone dripped with certainty while he looked at Auren like a cornered dog.
"Any last words?"
"..."
Auren exhaled.
He had two options: surrender or gamble.
But surrender was never an option to him.
"Alright," he said, sounding calmly
