Seeing this, Samuel felt a moment of relief, suddenly thinking it was all worthwhile again.
"Do you know, Nord, I once heard Fr. Anthony tell a story like this."
As Samuel swung his sword, he shouted, while Nord looked perplexed, unable to understand why Samuel was telling a story now.
"He said that on the Night of the Holy Arrival, there was also a demon hunter who battled numerous demons, bearing the name of an angel and called Yanar."
Scarlet threads danced wildly, picking up the scattered sword blades on the ground; he was like a specter wrapped in threads.
"I... I might also become 'Yanar'."
With those words, Samuel's voice blurred and grew hoarse, and Nord could only see a scarlet lion gnashing at the demons. The flesh continually multiplied, but was quickly torn apart and shattered, with his screams echoing painfully loud.
