The moment of sacrifice has arrived.
Hu ao gripped the twisted steel firmly, his silhouette swaying unsteadily. With each step forward, the wound in his abdomen was pulled, as shards of broken metal dug deeper into his flesh.
This pain warned him that continuing forward was a path to death.
In the past, Hu ao would have retreated in fear, but now things were different. Hu ao had no choice; he couldn't keep compromising. Behind him were Miguel and Liya, his sacred beliefs, his light.
More footsteps rose around him, as the warriors of the Choir rapidly closed in. Miguel looked towards the figures in the blaze, his smile growing increasingly wild.
Yes, exactly like this. As long as Hu ao could buy him even a little time, that was enough. Miguel understood well the strength of the Choir; though they could not rival Demon Hunters, they were beings beyond ordinary men, empowered by Secret Blood.
"Hurry, act! Eve!"
