Jerome stepped out of the crater and slowly shut his eyes. His mind recalled the brilliant scene of Adrian getting back on his feet despite all the blood and injuries he had suffered.

Six figures were closing in on him as a series of sounds like electric currents approached.

"You're finished!"

"Kill him!"

"Attack!"

"Leave him with no room to escape!"

Javi, accompanied by the other five, encircled Jerome once again. Their blades went in for the kill.

At that moment, inspired by Adrian's battle with Bashir, Jerome surpassed his limits once more. Although his eyes were closed, he could sense the movements around him. He threw his sword and stabbed one of the Eight Hollows in the chest.

Thud!

Like a kite with a broken string, the immortal fell out of midair and crashed to the ground. He spat out blood and twitched for a brief moment before dying. Novemtoners rose from their seats following the fall of a second immortal, raising their hands to salute Jerome.

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