"...I can't die…not yet…" He mumbled weakly.
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.
Vandread…? No…who are…? He questioned.
Before he could make out the identity of the stranger, he passed out just as a massive wave of flames was unleashed at the swipe of his savior's arm, completely engulfing the swarm of spiders in one move.