Take Responsibility?
Loud rumbles echoed through the air as the core of the labyrinth continued to fall apart. The huge pendulum clock stood in ruins as though it was teetering on the brink of collapse, its hands spinning wildly in a frenzy.
Amid the chaotic battlefield, Shen Nianzu tossed aside his shattered blade. A silvery thread of water coiled around his battered form, with a teary-eyed Aqua clinging to his neck. His left arm hung limp, a gash marred his thigh deep enough to show bones, and his entire body was trembling from the strain. Ying, Grandpa and Gu Luoxin were doing better than him at the very least, as they mostly acted as a support to the battle against this high-level nightmare creature.
Before them, Medeia lay sprawled on the ground, her bottom half missing. Black and gray colored ashes drifted out of her dissipating form. "I… lost?" She murmured before spitting out another mouthful of black, viscous blood.