The young lord had begun to see things clearly now, from the very beginning he had been doomed to fail. Was Shinsou playing some kind of cheap trick on him or did he seriously think that he could win with the odds stacked against him? Nosdyn had set up some kind of elaborate trap as he showed his clear control over the shadow men in the city. He commanded them in a similar way Hayate controlled the Corpse King.

Don’t you see where your blind devotion leads you… Yamato rang in the back of the young swordsman’s mind like a siren. Into traps my master, literally traps.

Now is not the time for lectures.

What do you have in mind…?

If I can’t hurt them then it’s all up to you, Hayate instructed his partner as he pointed his sword to the crowd of shadow men. I doubt we will have a second chance at this.

“Rise up Corpse King,” The lord of Yukon said through the holes in his mask. “Bring my enemies only devastation and pain!” as the incantation left his lips a swirling pool of deep red energy began to swirl all around him. It pulsed and flared outward violently as it condensed around the young lord. Hayate then began to roar like a beast as the spectral form of the Corpse King came into vision. It danced between this world and the next eyeing all the shadows and demon waiting to receive its wrath.

“If you want a fight,” Hayate yelled to Nosdyn. “You’ve got one yourself one.”

In what seems like an instant the Corpse King shattered the boundaries between this world and his own in a violent clash and anger. Hayate was safely stashed within the titan’s chest cavity as it began its deadly assault. In a blur of movements the avatar conjured forth a katana of its one and began to stash violently as the shadow men attacked him. They swarmed the Corpse King like a wave of ants but stood no chance against his might. The titan slashed through them as if they were paper even sending shockwaves into the few standing just behind those he killed.

Even the Beast’s mighty legs were enough to send the shadow people flying as he ran past towards Nosdyn. The Demon stood there with such a smug look of entitlement on his face. If it were Hayate alone he would sure have given up. But it wasn’t just the young lord, he had Yamato to help keep him together. The Corpse King closed the gap between them and the demon while simultaneously kicking up a large chunk of rubble towards Nosdyn mid stride. Imitation was the highest form of flattery after all.