It all felt futile; the shreels of arachnids echoed throughout the forest-like park, following behind him as he felt his body hardly responding to his commands anymore.
“–Is that so? Then stay down for a moment, wouldja?”
The voice that spoke out to him was vaguely familiar; a masculine voice that was oddly optimistic for the situation.
As he looked up, his blurry vision could only make out the silhouette of the man standing over him, who had a flowing, black cape on his back and an arm that was gathering crimson flames.
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