Mass 3

The energy form turned and headed for D. The wall creaked, then
snapped with an awful sound.
“D!”
D’s face, which had been turned toward the floor, looked up now.
Did the death bearing down on him catch a glimpse of the eyes radiating
beams of crimson light, or the pair of jutting fangs? The left hand resting on
the ground gripped the hilt of his sword.

As she watched, Lina got the impression she could clearly see the arc as
D swung his blade and the “shape” of the hulking thing as it relentlessly
advanced.

When the two met, sparks devoid of color or sound flew throughout the
barn. Lina’s brain burned.
The energy vanished.
D dropped to one knee in exhaustion.

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