Heracles slowly turned around. The blood-red haze in his eyes gradually faded, revealing a trace of clarity.
"Master..."
His hoarse voice spoke those long-unheard words, like someone who had not spoken for ages suddenly opening his mouth, their speech distorted.
The last sight that entered Chiron's eyes was Heracles' gaze, filled with overwhelming guilt, and his faint smile of relief.
Heracles vanished just like that, leaving behind only a stone sword.
Without a doubt, he was a true great hero. His Noble Phantasm, God Hand, had granted him twelve lives, yet through sheer will, he had surpassed mythology and achieved the great feat of gaining a thirteenth life. How many Heroic Spirits could accomplish such a thing?
Tears of sorrow streamed endlessly from Chiron's eyes, but Bashum had not fallen yet. Its vitality was simply too tenacious; only attacks imbued with divinity could harm it.
With the resolve to die gloriously, Chiron drew his bow and nocked an arrow, using the last of his strength to fire his final shot.
With a whoosh, that arrow carrying his conviction pierced Bashum's remaining eye, burst out through the back of its head, and brought with it a spray of blood and pink brain matter.
Bashum let out a mournful cry, its head tilted to one side, and it crashed heavily onto the ground. Its massive body collapsed with a thunderous boom.
Bashum had been slain!
"Pant—pant—cough, cough, cough!!"
After killing the mythical beast, Chiron coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood. Blue mana particles drifted from his battered body. He had reached his limit. Poisoned and gravely wounded, not even Zeus, king of the gods, could stop Chiron from leaving the field now.
Yet compared to the pain in his body, Chiron felt a deep malice. He raised his head, opened those