A Fate Called Demise

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Moments before Apollo unleashed the strike,

Zarkath turned towards the source of dread he was feeling. Compared to before, it had amplified many times over. In fact, it had grown to a point that made his strikes even more ludicrous. Typhir's battered body slammed against a rampart causing it to shatter. Yet, even after that impact, he continued to bounce and skid against the ground.

With a swing of his halberd, Zarkath sent a burst of dark energy towards Furcas who guarded himself by using his pitchfork. Despite doing so, his body still felt the aftershock of the strike and dropped to his knees. Be that as it may, Furcas remained with a grin on his face.

'It is too late, his preparations are already complete. Furthermore, his partner has assisted him in making the move even more terrible,' Furcas thought while staying in place. He didn't react outside of this defensive posture.