Himari's spear was coated in thick black blood, her eyes narrow while dancing in her shrine maidens outfit with a beautiful smile across her lips.
"How is the master?"
"Better; today, he is fighting in the south alone."
Ayami replied to her sister as the large kanabo with studded spikes tore apart a strong mutants face.
"That's good, is big sister Stella feeling okay?"
She felt invincible, but everyone knew this wasn't true.
"She seems to be much better after seeing him fighting, but she mentioned that he was different..."
"How so?" Asked Himari as she flicked the dirty blood from her spear, taking a sigh as the 50 Vesta all began to rush towards them after winning the skirmish against the horde of Stage 2 zombies.
"She said it was deeper... darker and felt more dreadful than before."
