A black chess piece fell again, and Hanakaiin Tōru's face had already turned extremely pale.
The monster's charge missed once more.
Three of its heads failed to turn in time and directly crashed into the crystalline wall of the void. Yet one remaining head did not—it seized the opportunity and once again surged toward the breach.
Hanakaiin Tōru raised his hand, ready to make a move.
But his empty, weary body made even such a normally simple action difficult.
The chess piece... ultimately, it did not fall.
Spurt!
With the sound of blood being coughed up, Hanakaiin Tōru collapsed to the ground.
"Tōru, brother!"
Hanakaiin Ra cried out in alarm, rushing to hold his elder brother.
At that moment, without Hanakaiin Tōru's interference, the massive head heavily collided with a white chess piece.
Boom!
A deafening uproar.
It was like the crack of thunder.
The three white pieces that had fallen earlier shattered directly.
