As the words left his mouth, he immediately straightened his back before retracting his sword from the ground beneath. His hair waved intensely, brushing against the mountains of winds crashing on him.
A corner of his lips curled as he turned around, staring at the approaching Shadow Demon. The pitch-black face that lacked any features other than lips had a grin on it. Half of his robe was torn away, revealing a pitch darkness beneath.
Asher's ocean-like hue rushed out from his eyes, piercing through the blinding light of the explosion that stained the realm under its illumination. Three coloured lightning cracked beside him as his killing rushed out; half of his body was covered with the darkness that was dissolving into steams endlessly.
Raising the tip of his blood-tainted white blade that had a shine to it under the illumination of the explosion, a bead of sweat fell on its golden hilt.
Suddenly, the shadow demon spoke.
