Hexround Reaper

Gannicus! O great sorcerer! From his scythe sprang flame, and black bullets, keen and swift, pierced his foes. With a heart of steel, he judged the fiends and repaid penance with sin. Nantusa Letusa, receive him as your apostle! Let him raise your banner of triumph on high! The virtuous shall endure, and you shall be ground to obsidian dust, then scattered upon calamity.