Two separate voices, one male, one female, issued from Radmus‘ mouth at the same moment. It was plain these two warriors meant to suppress the two blood corpses within him. Before the echo faded, both warriors swung their axes together.

The left warrior’s strike was sheer brutality, the wind stirred up by the axe rippling space like water. A jet-black arc of power cleaved straight toward Radmus‘ skull.

The right warrior’s motion was strangely supple; runes along the blade ignited, unfurling into a colossal black web that blanketed the sky, seeking to ensnare the target.

The two starkly different forces braided into a miniature energy storm, blasting the surrounding crimson mist completely away.

Radmus snorted, his earlier indifference gone.

Pressing his palms together, conjured a blood-red vortex before his chest. From its core, an arm clad in blue-green scales burst out, the very arm of the blood corpse!

The limb moved with impossible speed, leaving dozens of after-images as it smashed a clawed palm against the left warrior’s axe.