Roman's gaze locked onto Azrael, his breath heavy as he gripped his katana. Without hesitation, he charged at Azrael, aiming to pierce his heart. The katana plunged deep into Azrael's chest, blood immediately beginning to flow from the wound. Roman stared in shock, his heart pounding in disbelief.
Azrael looked down at the blade embedded in his chest, then raised his eyes to meet Roman's. "What did you expect?" Azrael asked, his voice calm and almost amused. "That I would dodge?"
Before Roman could react, Azrael's fist came crashing down on his head. The force of the blow sent Roman hurtling to the ground, a cloud of dust rising as he crashed into the earth. His vision blurred, and pain radiated through his body, but he forced himself to stay conscious. Azrael, still bleeding from the wound, glanced at Roman with a look of cold indifference. "Disappointing," he muttered, turning away.
Meanwhile, the air was filled with the sound of clashing metal and furious cries as Dolores and Nina's battle raged on. Dolores screamed in frustration, his voice a twisted mixture of pain and anger. "Fight me!" he roared, slashing wildly with his bone sword. Nina responded with a powerful punch to Dolores' face, sending blood splattering across the ground. But Dolores barely flinched, driven by a manic desire for combat. He swung his sword again, the blade cutting through the air with deadly intent.
Azrael watched the fight for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I guess I should go and kill that girl," he said, taking a step toward Nina.
But before he could move, a voice called out from behind him. "Where do you think you're going?" Roman's voice was strained, but filled with defiant determination. He was standing, blood streaming from a gash on his head, a twisted smile on his lips. "Did you really think I would die from that?"
Azrael turned to face Roman, a smirk forming on his own lips. "Looks like you still want to entertain me more," he said, amused by Roman's resilience. Slowly, deliberately, Azrael reached up and began to untie the stitches that crisscrossed his body. As the threads unraveled, a sense of dread filled the air, thick and oppressive.
Roman gripped his katana tightly, his muscles tensing as he prepared for whatever horrors Azrael was about to unleash.
END OF CHAPTER 46