Curse of Darkness (Part 2)
It was then that he saw the purple marks on Zinya's cheeks, the split lips, the blood coming out of her mouth, and the tears streaming down her face. Filia and Frey lay still between her arms as if they were dead while they had just fainted from the terror.
Until that moment, Vastor wanted to protect her from the ugliest side of him and from the horrors of battle. Humans weren't undead that would conveniently leave behind just a pile of ashes.
Killing monsters in front of her made him a hero whereas killing people would just make him a murderer. Yet after seeing how the Balkor copycat had messed her up, none of that mattered and the Master's eyes turned pitch-black.
A two meters (6'7") tall man clad in a full suit of Orichalcum armor exploited Vastor's shock to swing his mace in a downward arc meant to burst his head open. The Yggdrasill Staff lunged forward, making up for the gap in their arm length.