Stale silence before death would have been preferable.
However, all that rang in Freya's ears as she lost consciousness were the arrogant squeals of the Demon Beasts.
They raised their fists and readied their kicks, ready to assail her already beat-up body with more beatings until it was nothing but a useless lump of meat.
It wasn't exactly a dignified exit, but, at this point, nothing more could be done.
>WHUUUUMMMM<
Their blows descended.
Freya's blurry vision went dark.
And then—
>BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!<
—An explosive blast of destruction was heard, no, she felt it throughout her entire body.
'W—wha…?'
Suddenly, Freya felt relieved. Her body was light, and the pain that assailed her subsided.
Was she finally dead?
Was this how death felt like? Had she finally escaped the horrors that awaited her?
As she felt the warmth around her, as well as the peaceful silence enveloping her, Freya smiled to herself.
"This… isn't so bad…"
