"Um... Third, you know me. I might look fine now, but I was actually badly injured in the fight with the Abyssal Diver."
Vane clutched his chest, his face full of pain.
"It was an ancient god, after all. I feel like my mind has been corrupted, and I urgently need a peaceful environment to recover."
"If your mind was corrupted, why are you covering your heart? And your direction is wrong. Your heart's on the left."
"That's not important!"
Vane quietly shifted his hand to the left and glared at Gorth with an annoyed expression that said, "How dare you slander me?"
"What matters is that I'm injured right now, and injured people need rest!"
"Enough with the wheelchair act. You're the driver, I'm the body. If anyone got hurt, it should've been me, right?"
The towering Wendigo grabbed the Vampire by the collar and turned toward the sea of flames that filled the sky.
"And haven't you always said you wanted to take down the boss? Now's the perfect time."
With fate seized by the nape of his neck, Vane began struggling wildly.
"At least change the way you're holding me! What if I fall?"
"Hit your head on the ground? That might make you a lot quieter."
"You mean knock me unconscious!" Vane's face was full of terror.
"[Vampire profanity!] Why is it always me?"
"Because..." Gorth hesitated. "You feel the best to use in a fight?"
"Aren't you made of flesh now too?"
"You're scared."
"Of course I am! Who the hell wouldn't be scared?"
Vane pointed at the collapsing world. Laevateinn's sword had destroyed the Abyssal Diver, but it had also left behind an irreparable wound in this world.
"That black thing is definitely a spatial rift, right? It's still burning! You want me to