Capítulo 462: Death of a Trauma

"I've had enough of this!" Zaragon yelled out, his head still being held by James. The large maw that was Zaragon's second mouth, that huge vertical slit running across his torso, opened up wider and wider, until it was large enough for a full person to fit into with ease. And then, a loud screech came out of this mouth, an ear-shattering one.

Eiro swung his hand around and manipulated the air in the room to make sure the sound couldn't travel through the air that easily, making it a lot quieter than it usually would have been. But even so, everyone was still quite affected, feeling at the very least dizzy. Eiro stood behind Zaragon, and stabbed his dagger into the center of his back. And while his black blood splattered down onto the ground, the scream stopped for a moment.