Infront of the monstrous abomination, Seraphim stood alone, holding the silver sword. The blade, engulfed in azure fire, served as a grand illumination for the uncanny battlefield.
A fierce fire erupted within the eyes of the beast commander and became mad with fury.
The terrible ghoul swung its sickles through the air, aiming for her flesh. However, a black silhouette flew from the side and slammed its body into one of the front limbs.
Seraphim seized the opportunity.
Evading the second sickle whose trajectory was altered, she immediately dove under the creature's body and began slicing its limbs with the flaming sword. It was far from stealthy. One wrong move, and the creature could collapse atop her, crushing her in an instant.
But she had no other option.
