The Final Ashfield

ts heat, was now blotted out by many dark clouds. Even its

rancid blood and iron, sickening

and iron. But it was that smell

ne, looking onwards. His name was Jacender Ashfield. P

strewn bodies laid all around him. It was appare

he coughed fierc

battle against the demon hordes. So much so

propping himself up with

rise, a domineering vo

own...o

uld see blood red skin. And it's wearers

ore than before...' he

m with their jagged teeth, howev

s cle

dressed in white, a figure--presumabl

not attack unless

the figure also donned a white mask with carvings of an apple under one eye

in the eyes with a f

ed mockingly as he

, reverberating through his

gripping his sword a

breath, he s

ou bastards!! I'm ready w

hold of his body a

...it's gonna be with

!" the demon

eeth clacking togethe

sound, but Jac

Human b

eee

master!!!" the ra

a moment and then motioned

o.

ed toward Jac

der e

e-like golden energy

wer being brought

t,' he con

here... humanity is doom

iss a sing

e whispered softly, reminisce