The Divine Beast didn't sit there and watch them as they prepared themselves, it flew fearlessly toward them, only leaving its fading afterimage.
Arthur, Astrith, and Curtis dispersed to three directions while Swain raised both his hands and prepared himself to receive the next hit head-on.
Both of his hands became rotten with death fog emanating from them, the golden radiance he absorbed earlier started acting up.
With an invisible set up in front of him, the red-haired youth shot a golden blast from his hand.
The blast clashed with some sharp white spikes that came out of the tiger, to be more precise, they were its fur. The spikes were incinerated almost immediately, unfortunately, their number was just too much so by the time the golden blast was over, there were over a hundred of them flying at Swain, who stood there, unfazed of what's coming.
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