Etrigan swung his greatsword, preparing to attack again.
Li Jie gave the Nth Metal spear a light tap, striking its butt against the ground with a low, lingering thud.
"You vanquished foes..."
Fuck... the fifteen seconds were up...
Summoning a god brought not just his power, but all his quirks too? Instead of wasting time striking poses, why not just get in there and bash the bastard into submission?
He sighed and waved at the demon. "That's one."
"A moment's lapse was all..."
Etrigan's head drooped. He could not even keep up his rhymes. "You bear the mark of the First of the Fallen, but I will still keep my word. Come, knight." He put away his greatsword and turned toward Jason Blood. "The time has come to depart."
Roaring flames engulfed the man and the demon. When the fire faded, Etrigan was nowhere to be seen, leaving only Jason Blood standing there. Yet the weariness of a thousand years in his eyes seemed to have been dispelled by a rekindled flame.
He straightened, his eyes gleaming with a sharpness long absent-the light of a knight about to ride into battle.
"Follow me."
His voice became fierce and powerful. "I know where it lies." Then it softened again. "Everyone, please be careful."
Without another glance at the convoy behind him, he walked straight toward the sea of demons at the canyon entrance. The lesser demons of the Greed Plains were still piling up and shoving against one another. Their burning eyes stared fixedly into the canyon, thousands upon thousands of misshapen bodies tearing at and devouring each other as they howled with hunger.
Jason Blood stopped a dozen paces from the exit. He closed his eyes, bent slightly at the waist, and bowed his head.
"Gone, gone, the form of