The heat in the air was still very much present. But Sunday was not feeling it much. Unlike the other time where it had charred and made his skin tingly. Even the dreading, lurking fear of danger that was abundant in the air was no more there.
Whether it was because of the fact that the boss demon had been destroyed or that Niniola decimated the demon brawns earlier, he did not know. Indeed, he did not wish to know nor understand that.
It was not important. Very negligible to the matter that was throbbing in the depths of his heart. His so very heart that was been wearied by the pain and hurt he had grown accustomed to.
His face was tightly squeezed together, his lips in a tight pout and his eyes so narrow, you could almost pass them as slits. His mind was weary, his muscles ached and each step he took seemed to wear him down even more.
