By cutting off the arm that wielded the Shadowbolt Spear,
Frey stripped Zibar of his greatest weapon...
a chance Abraham refused to waste.
Gathering overwhelming energy into his blade, Abraham launched a missile-like strike into the demon's chest.
Zibar tried to block with Katarina's Sword—
but it was useless.
The strike carved a massive crater into his torso and sent him flying,
trailing destruction across the battlefield.
Abraham stepped back slightly, tightening his grip.
"That alone won't kill him…"
"Father!"
Frey joined immediately, but Abraham pointed sharply at the severed arm.
"Don't let him reclaim the spear!"
Hearing the seriousness in his father's voice,
Frey didn't dare underestimate the warning.
He instantly destroyed Zibar's arm and grabbed the Shadowbolt Spear with his free hand.
The moment he touched it ..
the spear darkened violently, releasing a strange power into Frey.
His eyes glowed ..
and an unfamiliar sensation rushed through him…
