Boss

"Mister Pierre-Ornée, did you win?" Toby shouted, unaware of it as his ears were currently whistling from enduring the dreadful gusts of wind.

"I suppose I did, but I wouldn't call this a victory, my way of fighting can not reduce it to nothingness, nor am I able of completely extinguishing the heretical fire, there is probably a limit to the amount of damage it can endure, but it is not safe to bet on this" the copper knight explained, undying enemies were always a pain in the backside to the deal with, this on especially, he neither stood on the side of the living, nor on the side of the dead, it was something else.

'Syklon should be capable of slicing something until nothing remains, Rosemary might not be able to do much, this thing is affiliated with fire as well…' already thinking about a proper way to dispatch this nameless being, the group of four arrived to their ship, which had been pushed back a fair bit from the clash.