The man in black-and-crimson armor raised his demonic spear and aimed it at the two beautiful figures in the distance.
Beneath his hood, his curse-ravaged face was cold and solemn. "Though I inherited his power, his body, his memories, and everything he possessed..."
Ominous magic surged around him: the resentful wail of the sea's magical beast, like some nameless soul buried beneath this body.
He lifted his head and looked straight at the woman opposite him. "But I'm not him! I'm not the peerless warrior you admire, nor the disciple to whom you can entrust your death! I'm just, "
The man glanced at the girl beside him, unconscious after using her Command Spells again and again. Some of the killing intent faded from his face.
"I'm just my Master's most loyal spear, nothing more...
"I am not Cu Chulainn!"
