Ashfang Reqieum
The swordsman slashes downward, severing the shadow roots binding his leg as the cracked highway begins collapsing beneath both fighters. The cursed black-blue mark spreads up his calf under the torn fabric, pulsing painfully with each heartbeat. The beast advances slowly through the falling debris, as if recognizing the mark. In the final panel, the hero looks at his own leg in shock as the glowing corruption crawls higher, and a distant voice echoes in his mind: Run.