"H-Help…"
Both men begged. Their lips trembled. Their pupils were shaking, and now, they were on their knees, hands on the floor, prostrating for grace and forgiveness just like the people they killed.
Neirin chuckled. It was a deep, nonhuman-like voice.
The corpses everywhere earlier withered and disappeared like ashes after Neirin absorbed all their blood. Nothing was left except for the broken statue in the middle.
"Begging for help?" Neirin asked. She was holding her scythe in her hand. Blood flowed in it, but like contained water, it flowed there, not breaking.
She took a few steps forward. Her eyes lowered and met their gazes.
"Please." both of the men mumbled. Neirin frowned as she started to get irritated by their begging pleas.
