By the time the war generals flew into the Colosseum's arena, Haruki was holding a sword of light dripping with blood. Right under his gaze laid the ashes of his master slowly being swept away by the air. As her ashes were swept away, he raised his dejected head to look at Atlas standing beside him, however, having broken the covenant between him and Asmodia, his heart ceased up in the cold clasp of a creature unknown even to the gods.
"Ughh!" With gritted teeth, he was brought down to his knees, and before long the claws around his heart began tearing into him.
Flailing around on the ground, Haruki was being internally drowned in his own blood and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't stop the hurt or use any of his ability to heal his body. Slowly as his heart gave in, he laid almost lifeless against the ground with blood dripping out through his lips.
