The chains shattered instantly.
CRACK! CRACK!
Fragments scattered in all directions as Rathlos stood free.The mage's face turned pale.
"Fuck you bastards…" he muttered, his voice shaking.
"You dare fucking lie to me…"
"Sending me after two Mythic ranks…"
"How is this any better than sending someone to their death…"
Fear began to take over his expression.
"…Run," he whispered.
"I need to run."
This was no longer a fight.This was survival.
"This is fucking insane," he said while raising his staff with trembling hands.
He began casting a spatial escape spell, trying desperately to flee.
But something moved.
A faint flash of light cut through the air.
Before he could react.
SWOOSH!
A blade of light passed silently making the mage froze.
Slowly, he lowered his gaze.
His hand was gone.
It was cleanly severed.
Blood sprayed into the air as his staff slipped from his grip and fell to the ground.
"…Ah?" he let out a confused sound.
Then.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
