Adam and Pythagoras continued their intense stare down, as the two fiends prepared themselves for combat.

"Did'ja think you'd just waltz on in without nobody seeing you'n the others? Pretty stupid if ya ask me. So. We gonna do somethin' or what?" Pythagoras grumbled, his focus on Adam's quiet gaze.

"...." Adam remained silent, his look almost daring the other fiend to act first.

"Strong silent type, ain't ya? Pretty cocky expression there though, I like that!!" Pythagoras shouted, as he proceeded to rush in, thrusting his oversized claw at Adam with great vigor.

Adam nervously countered, blocking the strike with his oversized arm, as their gazes locked onto each other. Adam knew he was best suited for close range combat, but he had no idea what he was up against. His monstrous mouth lunged at Pythagoras, snapping aggressively. However, Pythagoras weaved to the side, with his violent strands of hair flying closer as they impail Adam's monstrous mouth.

"ARGH!!" Adam cried out, forcing himself to pull away; the embedded hair being torn from his flesh, as he got to a distance.

"Don't like that, huh!?" Pythagoras grinned, his hair wriggled around in the air behind him."How about we find out JUST how much PAIN you can endure. You got more than just my tendrils to worry 'bout!"

Adam rushed at Pythagoras, as Pyth did the same at the opposing fiend. They collided in the air, dark energy spiraling around both of them in perfect sync. Back and forth they slammed each other and fought back, blow for blow. Pythagoras was moving first, but each time Adam would avoid the attack, and he would sneak in a counter attack at the other fiend.

Pythagoras scoffed at the feeble reactions of Adam, rushing with his claw swaying. He side swept, getting behind Adam. Glancing back, he jabbed his crab hand backwards, shifting it behind him. However, before it could collide, Adam rolled out of the line of attack, where the claw struck. At this moment he counter attacked, his monstrous mouth darting right at Pythagoras to tear open his belly. Pythagoras was caught by surprise, seeing his unusual colored blood slowly fly passed him as Adam's gaze sharpened.

Pythagoras took a step backwards as he hunched forward to his now bleeding gut. Instead of the look of agony however, Pythagoras looked thrilled beyond belief. His lips curled up, grinning wide as he began to laugh uncontrollably with excitement. "Huehue... EhhhahahaAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" He sounded deranged, like he just snapped!

Adam had no idea how to respond to this, quickly retreating a few feet away from this madman, still on edge in case this fight wasn't over. He watched as the other fiend used his claw to cut off his shirt, exposing the wound even more. Much like Adam, Pythagoras had had various stitches coating his torso. However, he also had extra eye growths on his abdomen, with the spines of his back reaching nearly to his rear.

Tears came from Pythagoras' eyes as he continued to cackle hysterically, reaching his claw to his infliction. Then the laughing faded, leaving a large grin poised on his face as he looked to Adam. "Oooohohohoo, I changed my mind, I LIKE you! You're the most fun I've had in AGES!" Pythagoras exclaimed.

Immediately, he tore open his wound thrusting out his intestines at Adam violently. The internal organs quickly ensnared around Adam like a constricting lasso, and willed him closer to his opponent. Adam was stunned, completely thrown off guard from that sudden maneuver. Their eyes met as Pythagoras wildly brought Adam close up, their faces nearly touching.

"Hahaha. It's a damned shame. If you hadn't of killed Hase, I'd make you my personal play thing in a heart beat." Pythagoras cackled, before his face went completely serious and cold. "You done fucked up. Now I gotta kill ya!"

Adam struggled from the bindings of Pythagoras' organs, grunting as they coiled tighter around him. "You're sick." He managed to speak.

"Am I now? As far as I can tell, you're the one who ain't right." Pythagoras scoffed. "What kind of fiend doesn't get off on pain? You're acting like some domesticated PET... Maybe you are weak." He said growing bored. "I HATE the weak!"

Pythagoras launched Adam across the battlefield, letting the more timid fiend tumble in the gravely earth. He was proceeding to approach, slower this time due to his severe injuries, as his intestines wriggled around to his sides like tentacles flailing with excitement. Adam struggled to push himself up, staring as the more aggressive fiend drew closer with a twisted sneer. Blood continued to trail from his body, but he showed no signs of death approaching.

"Maybe you're right." Adam sighed, forcing himself to stand as the opposing fiend continued to minimize the gap between them. "I used to be human after all..." Adam admitted, but he seemed uncertain, feeling somewhat hopeless.

"That so? I bet you don't fit in anywhere, now do you?" Pythagoras smirked, as he began to circle around Adam like a shark, eyeing him as he hovered over Adam with an intimidating gaze. "On one hand, humans are terrified of that 'precious' ugly little mug." He said, grabbing Adam's jaw, and shaking it slightly before letting it go to get behind him. "And yet..." He paused, wrapping his claw arm around Adam's neck as he peered around to look at his face. "You're too soft to fit in with you're own kind. The females would eat you alive before even fuckin' ya."

Adam suddenly let loose his monstrous mouth, clamping onto Pythagoras' face with hostile intent. The teeth of it began to tug, pulling his entire head inside it's mouth as Pythagoras struggled violently. Within seconds, the jaw crunched in hard, letting blood splatter as his head was snatched from his shoulders like a savage animal. Adam stood there with a stoic gaze, as Pythagoras' headless body fell to the ground, flailing around before it ultimately ceased movement. Adam turned his gaze away from the body as it disintegrated into the air, wiping the blood from his cheek as he swallowed the head whole.

"That's for killing Molly." He said, with a sigh of relief, as a single tear rolls down on his face.

Elsewhere, under the dim lit cavern upon a rock formation hanging over various tunnels of the underground, in front of Wynorex's gates, there was four horse-like figures observing from their guarding positions. Upon their backs were mounted riders, completely concealed by the shadows of darkness around them.

"Ehehehe.... They're coming!!! EHHEHEHHE!!! Hungry! Ehehe! MUST FEAST!!" The fiendish figure mounted upon a mare with a black mane made of tentacles, exclaimed with excitement.

"Patience now Famine, we do not wish to allow them anticipation. That is why the Queen wanted us to examine the situation before diving forth into temptation." The rider upon a twisted looking winged stallion with a purple coat spoke cryptically, behind a bird-like mask on his face.

"You're just delaying our body counts, Pestilence! You're LETTING the lowest ranked cultists take OUR kills! I WANT TO SEE SOME BLOOD ALREADY!!!!" Angrily snapped the rider upon the mummified mare with a smokey mane.

"You even got War all fired up here. You know how these two get when urges kick in. Might as well let them loose already." The rider upon the skeletal unicorn spoke up, with an easy-going tone.

"If you think that wise, Death, very well. However, if the Queen is displeased, it'll be on your head. Do keep that in mind now, we were meant to guard the gates." Pestilence remarked.

"I'll protect the gate then." Death replied, with boredom.

"Fair enough. Famine. War. You may proceed." Pestilence stated, allowing the riders to join the others in combat

With eagerness, Famine and War stormed down from the summit, descending to the lower level to split into two different passageways. They were on the hunt now, ready to kill whatever prey they came across. Pestilence turned to Death, that cold mask staring silently while he also descended to the lower level, to venture down a third passage. Death waited a moment for the three of them to vanish from view, before doing the same down the fourth tunnel entrance, rather that doing as he stated.

Meanwhile down another one of the vast tunnels, Hige was urgently running for his life with the unconscious Hitomi resting in his battered arms. His wounds had yet to recover and he shakily continued to flee from the known threat not far behind him. He knew it was only a matter of time before Dharma would reach him. An uprooted vine snagged his foot, causing him to trip to the ground, dropping his female companion in the process. Hige winced, rolling to his side before peering weakly to Hitomi with exhausted eyes. She hadn't yet woken up, but her clothes now carried dust and debris from her collision with the ground.

"Hitomi..." Hige forced out, with panting breaths.

Behind him, six yellow paws began to draw closer, investigating where Hige laid as this approaching beast-kin fiend lingered behind a mask-like face. It was the same one that Adam had encountered while facing off against Hase, the one named Kerlancealo. The tiger-like fiend's tail swished, as he placed a paw over Hige to peer down at the hare. Hige shuttered, as Kerlancealo took in his scent.

Kerlancealo's tail was rattling in agitation. "...You smell like Dharma. Why is that?" He growled, leering at Hige as he pressed one of his other paws roughly against Hige's wounded ribs.

"Urgh!" Hige winced, as he could barely move from the pain surging through his body.

"Where is SHE!?" Kerlancealo snapped, angrily.

"I... don't... know..." Hige winced.

Stomping was heard echoing down the corridor Hige had came from, causing the Hare to grow anxious. The tiger fiend shifted his ears back to listen suddenly, as he turned around he noticed Dharma enter the chamber, her club over her shoulder.

"Hey, you caught that little bunny-boy for me. You are so precious, Kerlancealo." Dharma giggled, but also noticed Hitomi laying there. "Awe, you even caught his little girlfriend. Aren't you the sweetest!" She exclaimed, happily.

"Dharma? You're alright?" Kerlancealo replied, his tone surprised.

"Of course I am, Lance. You worry too much, hun." The female oni smiled with a wink, as she crouched down to press her lips against the cheek of his mask. She shifted to stroke Kerlancealo's coat as she stood beside him to peer down to the hare. "Looks like this little bunny is done playing. He's so tuckered out, I might just break him." She grinned, showing her truer intimidating nature.

"So, what should we do with him?" Kerlancealo muttered, leering down at the hare.

Those menacing stares hanging overhead, made Hige frozen in fear. He was too tired and wounded to make any sort of move now. Then the eerie trotting of hooves seemed to approach from the shadows. Hige was too weak to get a glimpse of whatever was coming, but he was already surrounded now.

"(This is... the end... isn't it?..)" Hige thought, his eyes shifting to Hitomi, he was concerned with the clear threat that he may not survive this encounter, and the dread he may not be able to save her. "(Maybe... She would have been... safer if I didn't... try to save her from Aoba....)" Hige's one good eye squinting as he gazed to her wearily, thoughts rushing through his mind.

"What have we here? Looks like you two caught a pair of them." Spoke a lazy voice, as the trotting ceased.

Hige's eye suddenly shot open with terror, "(That voice...!?)" He thought, trembling as he tried to shift his gaze.

"Decided to join the hunt, Death? I thought the four of you were defending the keep." Dharma curiously looked over to the rider upon the skeletal unicorn.

Descending from his mount, Shane came into view. "Change of plans." He said, smirking with that crooked grin of his. His dark eyes shifted to Hige, staring down upon him with a sharpening gaze.

The skeletal forms from his back followed his movements perfectly, their faces shifting focus as Shane's hand grasped to one of his waveblades. His free hand extended to Dharma, placing on her shoulder as he quickly jabbed it through her exposed stomach. Her face grew warped in panic, as she frantically tried to focus on the blade being pulled out within seconds to see her blood splash to her feet without understanding what was even going on. Dharma collapsed to her knees, her hands clinging to her bleeding gut.

"D-Dharma!?" Kerlancealo panicked, tackling Shane away from his lady friend in a blind rage. "YOU SONOVA BITCH!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!?" He roared.

"Ker...Ker...Kerlance...alo... Come... come here..." Dharma gurgled, as blood coughed up from her lungs. Her body was trembling, as she tried to hold her innards inside her belly as blood wriggled through her fingers. Her body was already starting to turn to dust fragments.

"Dharma! I can't... I CAN'T LOSE YOU TOO!!" Kerlancealo cried out, as tears flew from the eyes of his mask, as he turned to look back at her.

"La...nce..." Dharma tried to say, her eyes suddenly full of panic.

"You don't have to lose her." Shane spoke up.

Kerlancealo heard this, and was about to return his gaze to Shane, but his mask was met with the second wave blade, plunged into his skull. The tiger fiend's body dropped, beginning to trail off into ash in the air around his corpse. The body was shoved to the side, as Shane rose back to his feet, proceeding to Dharma who laid in front of Hige and Hitomi.

"Why...?" She shakily asked, unable to move as she slowly decayed into dust. "Why betray... the queen?" Tears began to roll down her face, as she glanced to Kerlancealo's body with the look of misery.

"I got my reasons." Shane stated without a second thought, his boot kicking her away.

Dharma tumbled to a distance, leaving a trail of blood with ever trace of dirt she touched. She was growing weaker, as she was quickly fading as she tried to watch Kerlancealo's corpse through hazy vision before she and him both disintegrated into dust.

"Shane.... I-I don't know... How this is even possible, but... I know that's you..." Hige tried to speak, but his inflictions were growing more excruciatingly painful. "... I failed and got you killed... I'm the worst friend... I'm sorry....I'm SO sorry Shane..." Hige tried to talk with his former partner, tears rolling down his bludgeoned face.

There was a long pause and the skeletal face of Shane's turned to gaze upon where Hige laid. "It wasn't your fault, Hige." Shane finally spoke up, slowly crouch down to the hare. "I got myself killed. Not you." Shane said, in a somber tone as he looked to his friend.

"Won't stop me from blaming myself... Ku-hoo." Hige tried to chuckle, but wounded up coughing from how much it hurt to laugh. "Shane... You gotta protect Hitomi... I don't think-"

"Don't talk like that." Shane cut him off, trying to keep a stern expression. "I'm gonna get you outta here."

"..." The hare softly peered to Shane, letting his words fall silent.

Shane goes to help Hige to his feet, by grabbing the hare's arm and placing it over his shoulder. However, before he manages to pull Hige up, he heard a sudden sound causing him to leave Hige where he was for the moment. Releasing his hands from the hare, Shane's eyes shifted to another tunnel entry that lead to this chamber. The echoing of rushing footsteps traveled into earshot as Raz emerged from the shadows, hurrying through as quickly as she could. Her eyes met Shane's, showing much anxiety and worry.

"Shane, you have to help me!" She pleaded, her eyes dreading to glance behind her as she didn't cease her movement.

Just as she passed him, Ashewyn and Miles came into view, but Raz didn't stop running. She kept going, vanishing through the opposite entry to this chamber, leaving Shane to deal with her pursuers. Ashewyn was ahead of the feline, his gaze growing sharper as his eyes met Shane's.

"You're that fiend who nearly killed Jackyn." Ashewyn stated, coldly.

"I think you have the wrong idea." Shane replied, half smirking.

Miles caught noticed of Hige and Hitomi laying on the ground not far behind Shane. "Hey Red... Look behind him." Miles pointed out, uneasily.

Hige was clearly struggling to survive at this point and the condition of Hitomi was unknown. The corpses of Dharma and her companion were no longer tangible and had vanished before they arrived. Shane was clearly the lead suspect, with no way to explain himself here. Ashewyn briefly glanced to them, before his gaze returned to Shane.

"Really, you got the wrong guy." Shane kept calm, his expression not shifting. He didn't look the slightest bit worried despite his circumstances.

Miles gripped the hilt of his blade, his fingers quivering. The anticipation was getting to him, as well as Ashewyn who could no longer stand idly by. With that, the red haired Amygdala rushed in, forming flames in his palms as he blasted fire towards Shane. The fiend's waveblade was curved, swinging the magical blast back at Ashewyn. In response, Ashewyn was thrusted backwards, before Miles leapt over him to slash his sword at Shane. The attack was counted, kicking Miles away as a second blast of fire came flying Shane's way. Again he parried the attack, sending it back to the castor. This time however, Ashewyn gently moved his head to the side, as the blast rushed passed him, crashing into the walls over the already damaged cave. In the process, Ashewyn's hair-tie was severed, releasing his long hair from what was once a ponytail. His long red hair draped down his back, almost like a cape.

At this point Shane parted his attention from the battle, taking a moment to look at his friend laying on the ground behind him. He could tell Hige was dwindling, he seemed unsure what to do.

"Hi...to...mi..." Hige said, his eyes on Shane. It was as if he was telling him something.

Shane turns his attention to the girl, with Ashewyn and Miles preparing to rush him for another attack. His priority suddenly changed, phasing from the attack range to Hitomi's side. He scooped the unconscious girl up into his arms, before quickly mounting his skeletal equine. A somber look was now on his face and he refused to look back at Hige, and he quickly fled into a dark vortex. It immediately closed as Ashewyn reached it.

"Dammit!" Ashewyn swore, clearly frustrated that he escaped once again. His back was turned to Miles, who turned his attention to Hige.

Miles knelt down, looking to the Hare. "Ashe." Miles called, in a more serious tone.

The red head half turned, his long hair hanging in his face as he looked to the feline. "..." He begrudgingly decided to approach their side, peering down to Miles and the wounded hare.

"I met this guy sometime back, but I remember seeing him at Skyworld. He knocked me out when I was trying to help the girl that that guy just took off with..." Miles mentioned, his tone somewhat bitter.

"I'm... sorry about that..." Hige winced, his hand covering the open wound on his side. "I thought... you did that to her... but... it was Aoba.... I had no choice...but... to run." Hige tried to explain, barely seeing them through the single eye weakly focused on their way. Blood was coated over his other still, seemingly almost completely dried up by now.

Miles expression appeared to change, almost as if he pitied the hare laying before him. "I guess I can't really blame you for that..." Miles paused, looking to Hige with an understanding gaze. "You were trying to protect the one you loved, right?... I probably would have done the same if I was in your shoes." Miles glanced to where Shane vanished off to. "I wish there was something we could do to help get her back from that guy... He's clearly bad news."

"..." Hige was unsure what to say, staring to the feline.

"Hey, is he gonna be alright?" Miles turned to Ashewyn, his eyes glancing back to Hige. "That's an awful lot of blood."

Ashewyn paused, before closing his eyes, and shaking his head. "No. The visions of rain are too dense. He's not going to make it."

Miles glanced back to Hige, seeming kinda sad, watching as the hare weakly looked to where Shane had fled, closing his eyes with a soft smile. "(Take care of her, Shane.)" Hige thought as his breathing suddenly stopped.

The rain in Ashewyn's vision suddenly vanished, causing him to look to Hige's body. "He's gone."

"..." Miles glances to Hige, it was a shame they couldn't save him and it made Miles feel sad.

"We should go. We're bound to get noticed by the Cultist Queen soon enough with how many have already escaped. It's best if we proceed to the rendezvous point so we can regroup with the others. There's a lot more forces here than we were expecting." Ashewyn stated coldly, walking off from the corpse. It was clear he was pretty mad about this, but they had a job to do.

Miles had nothing to say, and decided Ashewyn was right, and hurried after him.

Panning to a lower tunnel of the underground deep roads, Jackyn was clearing out monster after monster as he fought through hordes of lesser-fiend swarms. He was being overrun by them, but he savagely took out one after another, leaving the dying beasts to bite the dust. He was getting assistance from his Blood-bone magic soldiers, helping him with ranged archery strikes, as well as closer range swords and axes. Finally he managed to lay them all to rest, standing there in the center of hundreds of fiends corpses trailing off into particles. He panted heavily, taking a moment to close his eyes.

"It seems the man with the spider tattoo never ceased running, leaving the deceased as nothing. He may have gained allies, but most continue to chastise his ways. You are still a plague, a demon in disguise. You're meant to walk alone, yet you flock with others who begrudgingly allow you to linger. Why is that?" Slowly spoke a familiar voice from the darkness, in a cryptic tone Jackyn was all too familiar with.

His attention from the corpses shifted, those piercing blue eyes focusing to the ledge of the tunnels above. A mounted figure trotted closer to the edge, peering down from behind a bird-like mask, it was none other than Finch.

Jackyn tightly gripped to his dagger, so badly yearning to kill this man before him. "I'm going to make you suffer for everything you put Nye and us through. Mark my words, you WILL die here."

"Hmhmhm." Finch chuckled behind his mask. "Patience now, Dreamweaver. Don't you think it would be wise to properly introduce myself first? You already know me as 'the plague doctor' or Finch Nostra. Perhaps 'traitor' is a more appealing term to a savage such as yourself. You see, I am one of the four riders, under the true Queen of fiends. A doctor I may be, but I am also a general in her army. You may formally address me as 'Pestilence', of the Four Horsemen." Finch introduced himself, leaving his hand rested upon his lantern, with that mask upon his face looking right at Jackyn. "I was never allied with your 'friends', if you can even call them that. Unfortunately for you, fortune smiles upon me this day. You shall be the one dying, not I."

Suddenly, the wings of Finch's distorted Pegasus began to strike the air, descending down to the lower level of the cavern. The winged equine hovered there briefly, it's glowing yellow eyes locked onto Jackyn. Without warning the equine released toxins into the air, from it's fanged mouth. Jackyn quickly shielded his face with his own shoulder, as he attempted to not breath in the hazardous air. He wasn't sure if Finch as smiling or displeased behind that mask, but the plague doctor lifted up his lantern, releasing magic will-o-wisp flames upon him like a barrage of raining fireballs.

Jackyn dove backward, urgently evading the incoming blasts, as the toxic air began to erupt from it's contact with the flames. He was sweating at this point, it was going to be impossible to get close to Finch. Nye was on his mind, and he wasn't going to give up. His eyes panned behind him as he faced the winged rider, noticing the puddles of blood left behind after the fiends had turned into ash. The blood on the ground began rushing his way, collecting behind him. He moved fast, manipulating a portion of the blood into a blast that was directed at Finch, blinding him momentarily. With that opening, Jackyn quickly summoned several of the Blood-bone archers to have some way to attack Finch from his position.

Arrows began to fly at the airborne rider like a barrage of bleeding needles. The equine became restless, causing it to weave around in the air, as it's bug-like eyes scrambled to keep Jackyn in their sights as it circled around. Finch kept position on his stallion, as he continued to cast more fiery wisps at the Angel of Death. Fire balls rained down upon him, with a few scorching passed Jackyn's side. Jackyn roughly ran to the back of his hand where flames singed his coat, to stop the fire from spreading. By now, the two of them had widely distanced themselves, giving Jackyn the opportunity to dash Finch's way at top speed.

As he ran, his hands casted another blood spell, that spiraled up his wrists, but as he drew close he aimed the spell at the ground, blasting himself up into the air. For a moment, time slowed down and their eyes met, seconds before Jackyn dove at the plague doctor with daggers withdrawn from his inner-coat pockets. With great effort, Jackyn managed to forcefully dismount Finch from his Pegasus, causing both of them to crash to the ground below. Now unhorsed, Jackyn and Finch began to urgently wrestle each other in the dirt, fighting to keep the other from pinning them back into the dry soil. They continued shuffling as Finch managed to break Jackyn's hold and force the raven haired man into a defensive position, as his mask was knocked off of his face.

Finch seemed extremely irritated, as he roughly shoved Jackyn back into the gravel, so he could reach for a syringe in his inside the bill of his mask. "I've had just about enough of you. This dose of nightshade will not be as gentle as the one you dealt with before, while saving Nyghtmare. Prepare to meet your end!" Finch was losing his patience, his tone more manic than before behind those pursed lips.

He prepared to inject the toxic into his opponent, however Jackyn managed to roll to the side; dragging Finch off him as he grabbed to the white haired boy's wrist that held the needle. He quickly twisted it around, as he plunged his dagger through the opposite end of Finch's elbow. Finch screamed out loudly in agony, as his forearm was extracted from his body. The raven haired male stood up to toss the severed arm to the side. His dark hair was soaked from sweat of their struggle with his damp fringe hanging over his eyes with a deep source of rage dwelling within.

The syringe laid on the soil below, to only be crunched in by the bottom of Jackyn's boot. "You're nothing, but a coward." He stated with a dark tone, that was as cold as ice.

"Once again, I sense your desire to end my life... I know that I've enticed such strife to fester inside over this course of time. So what shall you do now that you have this moment? Does my life end?" Finch remarked, his tone tormenting. "Perhaps it is you who is the coward."

Jackyn gripped angrily to his dagger, slowly looming closer to the forming pool of blood, where Finch laid. Hooves hit the ground right behind Jackyn as Finch's equine reared up to bite in Jackyn's shoulder with it oozing sharp fangs. Jackyn was knocked off his feet, holding to the burning infliction caused by the angry stallion protecting it's rider.

Finch grinned eerily as he rose to his feet, to peer down at the Dream Weaver. Despite his severed arm, he had this look like he knew something Jackyn did not. "Perhaps I should have stated, that like me, my equine is also 'Pestilence'. For instance, that bite just delivered a vastly potent dose of his venom into your blood stream. You're going to die here. There's no escaping that." He stated, with a soft chuckle as his lips formed into a bird-like smile.

Jackyn's veins began to turn black around the infliction point of the bite. His eye started to twitch as he sat there on his knees. The surrounding blood-bones all started to burst into splatters of blood around him, but Finch hadn't noticed the red ooze trickling in closer around Jackyn like rushing rivers of inchor. From the crimson puddle, a direwolf made of blood suddenly emerged from the growing lake of blood. Finch quickly noticed the beast form, as it's exposed bone tail whirled in the air. Before Finch could act, the blood beast leapt at his mutant Pegasus, tearing it open with savage fangs. He looked terrified as his eyes shot back to the Angel of Death who was rising back to his feet with shadows formed over his cold blue eyes.

"Then there was one." Jackyn smiled eerily, as Finch's mount was being ripped apart behind them.

Finch proceeded to run, as the Angel of Death lunged after him with intense desire to destroy the Plague doctor. Finch was quickly tackled face forward to the ground as Jackyn gripped to his mop-->>

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