The tables have turned the moment Arion's Underworld Shackles managed to restrict the Mythical Beast in place, locking him in his hold for the chains he uses came from the hell itself that is capable of binding the three-headed hound alone.
Tightening the chains' hold further causing the Devourer's hind legs on the brink of breaking, the shadowy figure of a black knight dashed faster than one's eyes could meet, dispelling all of the sources of magical circles where the shackles originated from.
"Hm... Sybeth, the Ancient Necromancer is here. Be on guard everyone!" Arion jerked his left mechanical arm, fully charging his Unholy Crossbow using his own life-force as his Viridescent Core continually regenerates his missing Health Points per second.
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