Yes, hallucination...
Thinking this, the man stopped all his actions, even the pain in his stomach seemed to vanish. He looked at his raised hand and suddenly understood why his handwriting was so scrawled, and as a reporter, how he managed not to hold onto his camera.
His nails turned grayish-white, like some kind of hardened substance, extending several centimeters in length, resembling sharp claws. The back of his hand also showed various abnormalities, with blood vessels becoming enlarged, prominently protruding on the skin, and bones slowly twisting, as if something were about to break through the flesh.
What... is happening?
The man couldn't understand, he wanted to say something, but found he couldn't utter a single word, only hoarse sounds, like a howling wind, emerged from his throat.
A flash of light passed by.
The soldier swung the sword, severing the demon's head, then pierced its heart with another strike.
