BOOM!
The air shifted violently. A frightening chill rose in the air as the pure presence of cold mana swept the area.
His chest alternately raises and lowers. Moulin's eyes followed his brother's bold figure, charging at the beast with a large swing of his deadly scythe. Moulin's arms fell as the gust passed him. Relief was like warm spring water pouring into his anxious heart. He could not help but raise a hand to his chest and form a faint smile on his lips.
Moulin had been so anxious about his brother ever since they separated, and he grew more worried when he found out he had arrived earlier than his elder brother. 'Thank God...' He mentally thought. 'He's alright.'
The second Lord of the Fraunces Nobility pushed the Lion back with every swing as if to embed the enormous animal into the wall like a hallway decoration. He rained down swings as though he was trying to shred the beast into pieces.
FINALLY! FINALS is over! *shed tears of joy!*
Thank you for being patient everyone!