""WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE, RAYMEN!?!"", I mumbled. The shadow martial artist was unable to give any reply. I sighed for a moment and brought myself together.
[I MIGHT BE CLEAR ABOUT THE FACTS OF 'SHADOW NECROMANCY' BUT I AM STILL LACKING WHEN IT COMES TO THE STATE OF ITS MECHANISMS.
I SHOULD ASK MASTER ABOUT THESE PAST-LIFE NEMESIS AND THE MATTER RELATED TO RAYMEN...
WAIT, IF RAYMEN IS HERE THEN THAT COULD ALSO MEAN-]
---flaaaassh---
An orange beam of darkened flames descended from the sky and charged through the centre of the tornado. On the front of that beam was a spear.
---boooom---
At once, the spear pierced through the shell of the scidra and resulted in an explosion. Its inner muscles were exposed. The tyrant cried in agony. I was chuckling in utter disbelief, ""HAHAHA... EVEN THAT MASOCHISTIC SPEAR GODDESS IS HERE, HUH? WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON? I THOUGHT I RELIEVED THEIR SOULS. WAS THAT NOT THE CASE?!""