Swords clash, fire swirls, wind blasts, dark matter explodes.
Over twelve B-Ranked hunters, as the world has come to know them, are at a deadlock with one single demon.
The statue talks, and Mordecai falls on his backside, stuttering.
"Wha...what the..."
"Thou hast offered up too many squires. As a result, thou shalt receive a reward great, but never shall thou seek my gifts again." The voice echoes and reverberates, chilling Mordecai to his bones.
And he completely turns white when the statue stretches out its hand, and points with its index finger.
Light forms at the tip of its nail.
The light grows, and grows, then it shines so bright, Mordecai has no choice but to shield his eyes.
When the light subsides, a red sword, with a unique design, floats in mid air.
*CRACK* echoes out of the statue, and in seconds, it breaks apart, and shatters into a hundred pieces.
The sword falls to the ground with a loud *CLANK*
