To Slay a Devil: The fate of an Artificer

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"I shouldn't have expected anything less from one of us." The creature said as it got to its feat

"!"

'What is this thing?...'

While Dale was shocked by the revelation, Sarferato's expression remained stoic.

"Humph... You talk big for something that is just a specter, posing as one of us, do you think I wouldn't have recognized it?" He said as he grasped his axe tightly 

"Your voice and way of speaking may be the same, but never would he speak in such a way to me, not after so long."

"Where is he?" 

His voice deepened, it wasn't a question, it was an order.

"Ha!... You overestimate me, old friend… Time is a slow and insidious killer…"

/FLASH!/

Suddenly, Sarferato vanished, and by the time Dale reacted, the head of the strange creature was in the air due to it being cleaved by the double-edged axe.