No time for small talk, no time for sentimentality.
On the battlefield of a death struggle, even farewells must be concise and efficient.
Old Robert thrust the giant sword he could no longer hold firmly into the ground and charged towards the Immortal Peak Master and the three Undying Insects without looking back.
"For... Robert!!!"
This middle-aged man who crossed the ocean from Europe to this place shouted his son's name, which was also his own name.
The Undying Insect's hideous teeth and limbs struck sparks from his armor.
Yet he ignored it, directly charging into the 'base' where the insects clung, beside the Immortal Peak Master.
Robust arms tightly clasped this skeletal living Buddha, with the sound of breaking bones incessant.
And the Undying Insects 'embraced' this enemy who delivered himself to them.
The countless limbs of the centipedes wrapped and entwined Old Robert tightly.
The sound of chitin and steel scraping, grinding, made one's heart chill.
