Fluttering through the black curtains, the chill of the abyss swept in.
It was a cold wind that froze the soul.
A giant demon slowly emerged from there.
The black cloth fluttering behind it resembled the shape of wings.
The Reaper, Noua Zakanuba.
He looked around at the people surrounding him.
Those who met his gaze felt as if cold needles were piercing their lungs.
Even the circus members, unfamiliar with demons, could recognize him at a glance.
He was different from the demons that had appeared earlier.
"It, isn't it time for us to run away?"
"I want to, b-but my feet are frozen…"
Their feet were suddenly covered in white frost.
Of course, these ice granules could be broken with force.
The problem was that their bodies had stiffened as well.
Like prey animals facing a predator, they couldn't even flinch.
As the demon approached them step by step, the chill intensified.
