Cyril glanced sideways at Steve, who was surrounded by four headless corpses glowing red and looked weak and helpless. He silently shook his head.
What a waste of such a powerful Sequence 5 Wraith characteristic.
At the warning of his Spirituality, he swung the greatsword in his hands around and sent it sweeping through the air, knocking away a head that had lunged at him from behind.
He let out a quiet breath and warily watched the other two heads circling nearby, ready to attack at any moment.
Though he could use the Beyonder Ability of a Dawn Knight, he hadn't mastered the Weapon Master's weapon skills, nor did he have a Fighter's combat instincts. Fighting with cold weapons like this was proving difficult.
The next second, a rush of air and a warning from his Spirituality rang out at the same time.
A distorted, vicious face appeared in his field of vision, rapidly growing larger.
Clang!
The flying head struck the broad greatsword he'd raised across his body. He swept it aside and sent it flying.
At the same time, another head suddenly shot out from behind him and sank its teeth into the spot between his neck and shoulder.
Extra, sharp, illusory teeth had grown in its mouth. They sank into him and clamped down hard, the head straining with every feature.
From the spot where it had bitten him, a red-hot liquid flecked with sparks of Spirituality seeped out.
Cyril gradually turned charred where the head had bitten him, losing his thickness and weight until he became a damaged portrait.
Before the head holding the painting could react, Cyril grabbed the dangling spine beneath it and swung it like a flail.
Amid the whooshing air, a dull impact suddenly rang out.
The head he was wielding as