The Demon Lord crossed the thirty meters in two earth-shattering strides.
It did not swing the rusted halberd. The Calamity recognized the Executioner as the primary threat. It drove its newly regenerated, shadow-forged left arm forward, aiming to crush the First Gun Master beneath a fist the size of a carriage.
The Executioner did not retreat. He walked directly into the entity's shadow.
His twin revolvers became a blur of dark steel. A relentless sequence of gunshots drowned out the grinding of the shattered bedrock.
The Executioner did not aim for the starlight-forged armor. He fired at the cobblestones, the ruined masonry, and the rusted halberd lying half-buried where the Calamity had dropped it.
The bullets ricocheted.
They bounced through the ruined courtyard at impossible angles, bypassing the Demon Lord's armored front and striking the corrupted tendrils connecting its core to the dimensional rift.
