Kamiyagawa thought he'd be fighting alongside Miss Mary, two against five.
But that wasn't the case at all.
Mary didn't need his help to fight at all.
The blood-fog-like crimson aura spread through the corridor like a tide, pushing back the dark, black handprints on the walls and floor.
The man-height cleaver waved almost crazily in the narrow corridor.
There wasn't enough cross space here, so every time Mary swung her blade, it inevitably hit the walls or the windows.
When it struck the wall, the blade would sink into brick and mortar, dragging out long and horrific slashes, sending bits of stone flying; when it hit the window, the entire pane would shatter, and the metal framework would be cleaved in two as well.
Even so, the force behind each cleaver swing diminished not at all.
This was probably the terrifying strength after fully unleashing the field of a Rank C Strange Tale, as rated by the game.
