With a great amount of struggle, Marcus hefted his scythe over his back and prepared to throw it.
He gripped it tightly with both hands and summoned up every ounce of strength left in him.
"There's a delicious meal just waiting for you over there. Go, and devour."
As Marcus gave a command to his weapon, he threw his arms forward and tossed the scythe into the air.
It was honestly a pathetic throw considering how powerful he usually was.
The scythe arced in the air for a couple of dozen meters before it began to lose altitude.
From any outside observer's perspective, it was never going to reach Gronex who was several kilometers away.
Yet as the scythe began to fall, it suddenly started rotating more quickly and cut through the air unnaturally.
Its speed continued to build up, and it barreled towards the enormous dragon clinging to life in the distance.
Soon the weapon that was acting on its own had reached its prey.
