"This first kill is definitely mine!"
A Ghost Head Saber, glinting coldly, had appeared in the woman's hand at some point. A strange light flickered in her eyes.
It seemed the woman's sudden action had thoroughly enraged some entity in this world.
A surging tide of black shadows swept in from all directions with the force of an avalanche.
They threatened to completely swallow the woman in endless darkness.
However, in that split second, the woman's figure vanished from the spot as if she had evaporated into thin air.
Only a furious roar, filled with indignation and anger, was left to echo through the silent night sky.
...
The setting sun was the color of blood, dyeing the sky a deep crimson.
Its afterglow scattered across the glimmering surface of the sea, shattered into fragments by the surging waves.
This was an island, surrounded on all sides by the sea.
