It was too late. The deadly scythe was closing in on Garen.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Croco, knowing he would not reach Garen in time, fired at the Grim. He hoped his attack would knock the Grim down and save Garen, but his bullets had zero effect.

"Garen!" Mountain roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Stop!"

A moment later, the scythe had punctured Garen's abdomen. The youth shuddered and blood gushed out from his wounds. At that moment, Garen finally noticed Grim standing before him.

"Garen!"

"Garen!"

The soldiers closest to him yelled and rushed toward him to try and save him. Countless bullets hit the Grim's body, but they had no effect on it. Everyone stood there in shock, mouths agape as cries filled the air.

"No!" Mountain was in tears and on the brink of collapse.

Garen turned to face Mountain and saw the madness in his commander's eyes. The reality of what had happened then sunk in. He looked toward the Grim, then at his comrades who were madly charging toward hi