#wolfxknight

To summon a Berserker was to shorten his already dwindling lifespan, yet he had no choice.

The electric crackles of the fading summon licked the walls, sparking and spitting before petering out into nothing. The smoke from the circle clouded the space before him. Kariya gritted his teeth, panting. It was hard enough to see already thanks to his blind eye, he didn’t need anything more obscuring his vision.

At last, the smoke began to dissipate, and the magus was left to behold what had become of his summoning with bated breath.

Sᴇɴᴅ “Wʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ?” ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ᴠᴇ ғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙʀᴜᴛᴀʟ ғɪɢʜᴛ.

It was like a glance into hell itself. The scorched earth as long the eye can see, debris of what seemed to be a rather prosper location completely ravished and left to rot. Not even the trees survived, and some of the houses made of bricks and rocks lied in ruin. There was nothing of value to be savaged, the ground had been trampled and rendered useless. Amidst the destruction, Archer’s red coat was soaked in blood and part of his armor was cracked.  A bitter smile pursed his lips, laughing at the expense of his own misery -- everything hurts, but there are things worse than any physical pain.