The comet's tail extended over the sky in the early morning light. A scarlet cut that flowed like a wound in the reddish-purple sky over the desert.
Arthur blankly stared at the sky as blood rained over him, soaking him head to toe.
Dead bodies piled up around him. The aura around him was getting darker every second.
The days had been tiring. Every day he was eliminating all the witches he could get.
At the same time, he was waiting for Veronica's news. Months had passed and he was away from her but there was no news of her.
His heart was suffering from not being able to see her for so long. However, he didn't have the courage to face the pale, sickly almost dead Veronica. `
He was in agny thinking she had yet to recover. At the same time, he was burning in rage. He swore to destroy every last bit of living witch out there as well as that bloody queen.
