Crack! Crack!
The cracking sound of bones twisting and snapping echoed through the battlefield.
Justice stood frozen, his body refusing to obey his own command. A cold chill ran down his spine as sweat trickled down his forehead. He didn't need to turn around where that sound came from. He didn't need to see it.
He already knew.
She was still there.
His breath hitched. His hands trembled. His heart pounded against his ribs.
In his mind, he could see it clearly—her faceless head, her pale, unnatural skin, and those white feathered wings.
The scythe in his grip felt heavier. His fingers loosened around its handle.
'Why isn't it dead?!'
He screamed inside his mind.
That attack…
That was his strongest skill. The ultimate technique he had perfected over years of training. The skill that could even tear through mountains and even can drown an entire city.
Yet— It wasn't enough.
Justice clenched his teeth.
