A burst of purple Wrath exploded outward from the impact. The shockwave shattered windows in nearby ruins. A massive black horn, once part of the Behemoth's skull, spiraled into the air and rocketed backward—piercing through a half-collapsed building a hundred meters away like a divine spear.
I stumbled as I landed, coughing up a mouthful of blood. My ribs burned with every breath, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. My eyes were already locked on the two remaining horns.
I raised my sword once more.
But before I could take a proper stance, a loud crack split the air—my weapon trembled in my grip, and then, like glass under pressure, it shattered completely. The fragments of sands scattered across the scorched earth.
"Fuck!" I growled.
Without wasting a second, I summoned Trinity Nihil.
Behemoth's gaze snapped toward me.
Its eyes burned with raw hatred—seething and boiling.
I had to take at least one more horn. I wasn't done. Not yet.
