The Dark Knight was a formidable opponent, so neither Adam nor Loargh could be sure which attacks would work against him.
But the barrage of attacks Sarka unleashed on him proved more than effective.
Who knows?
Maybe if Sarka had more stamina and the Dark Knight had been weakened, it all would have ended a few moments ago.
Her claws tore through most of his armor, exposing his bloodied, wound-covered torso, but the most important thing was his helmet.
Strangely enough, behind the Dark Knight's helmet, there was no monster with a terrifying jaw, but an awakened one, just like Loargh, Vyora, Sarka, and many others.
His face was befitting the warrior he was, with sharp, striking features and a deep, weary gaze, yet full of determination to achieve his goal, wearing a bitter smile.
Crimson blood covered part of his black hair. The sharp strands clung to his forehead while the blood trickled between his black eyes, which now burned with an amber flame.
