Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Raizel wasted no time.
His blade sliced through the air, cutting down the remaining gunmen with ruthless precision.
Their flesh and bones gave way like tofu beneath his sword.
Limbs and torsos split apart, blood spraying across the alley walls in violent arcs.
The last four remaining players stood frozen, their faces pale with horror.
They had come here confident, believing they had the numbers, the skills, the advantage.
But now?
Now they stood before a monster.
Their bodies trembled, their voices breaking in fear.
"Alastor… you brought us here to die!"
"He's not human—he's a devil!"
"Curse you, Alastor!"
With that they ran desperately.
Seeing this, Raizel's crimson eyes gleamed under the dim alley lights.
They couldn't be allowed to escape.
He had done the unthinkable.
And now, he would finish it to the end.
Without hesitation, he lunged toward them, his sword thirsty for more.
