As the morning light stretched across the skies of Agatha and pushed away the darkness, green stalks spun through the air like descending spirits.
Corn tassels danced as insects flew around them, their long blades moving sideways while the canes rattled against each other.
A loud crunch followed as the blood-dripping Hi-no-Kami fell from Leon's numb palms. The blade bounced off the silks and ears of the corn before finally resting on a dead blade on the ground.
The rays of the sun flashed on Leon, and tiny dust particles splashed in the air as he dropped straight onto his knees. "So, Vaelith did all that just to die under my hand. But why?"
A tiny blue glow sparked and vanished as he shifted his gaze to the blade stained with the dead man's blood.
Birds chirped in the distance, followed by the rustle of dancing foliage as a flock of crows landed on the top branches of a nearby oak tree.
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