"How should you end it!"
Asmodeus created a despair he thought irreversible, endless demons shrouded in darkness completely surrounded the place. The fall of Daisy Castle was only a matter of time; at present, Ewen, there were only Bologue and his two companions—all three of them, even if they broke their blades, couldn't escape.
How was Ewen supposed to rewrite this dark fate?
"Didn't you just read it?"
Ewen said as he picked up "Night Hunter" and slapped it against Asmodeus's chest.
"Remember what my autobiography said?" Ewen said excitedly, "The Hunter is real, the demons are real... you are real too."
Asmodeus saw the typewriter's pages burning; the words written in Ewen's blood were radiating layers of light, turning into embossed golden text.
Ewen's long speech was not only an exposition of his inner thoughts but also a stall for time. The heartfelt words made Asmodeus lower her guard, even neglecting Ewen's written story.
