Velshekar's grip is relentless.
Shin tries to struggle.
It's all useless.
The demon's fingers tighten around his neck like an iron vice.
«It's over, Shin Tendo!»
But Shin lifts his gaze slightly.
A light smile crosses his lips.
He mutters something in a low, muffled voice.
«It took you long enough…»
Velshekar is about to strike him.
His fist is ready to pierce through Shin's chest from side to side.
But a moment before the deadly blow can land, he's forced to let go of Shin's body.
He lets him fall to the ground and instantly springs back.
An instant later, a thin column of water strikes the ground where Velshekar stood.
The pressure of the water jet pierces the ground for dozens of meters.
Velshekar lifts his gaze to the sky.
He stares at the point where the attack came from.
His eyes widen. Worried. Nervous.
Above their heads, a figure hovers.
A boy of no more than thirty years old.
He is wrapped in white flames.
His hair is light brown, and his eyes are blue.
