The sky seemingly cracks like glass as The Diomuhr apparition roars in protest. Shiro and the Black Lion slice through the wings, tear through the torso, and burst out the other side.

The monstrosity wavers and shudders. Then, as suddenly as it had come on, the creature begins to dissipate like so many dark clouds, slowing light to shine down upon them once again.

Exhausted, Darin lies on his back, staring up into the sky, at Shiro and his impressive Black Lion. The fight wasn't over, not for him anyway. Diomuhr was still around, albeit weakened, but it was enough that Darin could keep him under wraps for the foreseeable future.

He doesn't even have the strength to wave to Shiro, so instead he just closes his eyes and grins.