Yuuta's crimson eyes widened.
Crown of Wrath...
The name echoed inside his mind, circling back on itself like something he should have recognized but couldn't quite reach. He never got the chance to finish the thought.
The monster's twin axes were already descending, tearing through the air with terrifying force and casting enormous shadows that swallowed the last of the light inside the ancient temple.
Every instinct in his body screamed at him to move, to run, to do anything at all to survive. yet his legs stayed rooted to the shattered floor, refusing to obey, as death came rushing toward him once again in the same shape it always did.
All he could do was watch.
Then something inside his chest stirred.
A faint crimson light began seeping through his torn body, so weak at first that it could have passed for a trick of his own failing vision, some hallucination born from blood loss and exhaustion.
