Fear that he’d never felt before suddenly gripped Forefather Lionheart. The strange restraining power cast him into the pits of despair and would end up his doom!
The flail hit him right in the head.
Defenseless, his head exploded like a watermelon at the impact. His headless body twitched futilely in the air as his soul went up in smoke.
All of the monster demons looked on with their mouths agape. Even Grimhead was confused. Lionheart wasn’t that weak, was he?
The flail was meant to delay Lionheart and buy himself some time. It shouldn’t...