The situation in Ashwick was improving. The monsters were being pushed back on every front, and even the battle against the A-rank Hollow was finally showing signs of coming to an end.
By this point, it had been driven all the way to the outskirts of the city, where it would do the least damage, giving Victor more freedom to unleash himself fully against the beast.
"Just die already," Victor shouted, the mana pouring off him gathering into a single powerful blast that he hurled at the beast.
He looked battered, not gravely wounded, but close to it. His clothes were torn in several places, and small cuts covered his arms and face, with traces of blood running down his cheek.
