Chapter 66: A Feast for Truth Seeker
He flicked his finger a second later. The miraculous cigar appeared in his hand before he lit it up with the cooling blue flames of his flint.
Almost lazily, he took a puff, the smoke seeping into his body and quietly stitching shut wounds he hadn’t even realized he’d sustained.
"I did say I don’t want you to interfere," he muttered, eyes locking on Cinder.
"But then again... when it’s a hassle to beat one, fighting many at once is a bit unfair, don’t you think?"
Cinder, still airborne, tilted its head to the side. A second later, the beast descended.
Azrael grabbed the Remembrance’s leg with one hand and held his deadly scythe in the other.
’These are just sharks at the end of the day,’ he reasoned. ’To beat them, I just need to get them out of the blood.’
He inhaled deeply, drawing more healing smoke from the cigar.
In a matter of seconds, he and Cinder soared into the air—only for massive shark-like monsters to lunge toward them from below, their gaping maws rising from the blood.
’Five.’ Azrael counted them. Fighting so many foes wasn’t something that he was meant to do.
After all, these sharks were equal to the Unworthy Knights, and Seraphina—the woman that was supposed to be the strongest Marked—had struggled against two.
And here he was, facing five.