Gazel and Sirus finally faced each other in a fierce duel — neither holding back. The temptation of merging with the body of an S-Class hunter was simply too great to ignore.
Their battle raged on for a long time, shaking the surroundings with every clash, until at last, Gazel emerged victorious.
"So… now I can merge, right?" Gazel asked in a mocking tone, his grin wide and arrogant.
"Yeah, yeah… go ahead," Sirus replied helplessly.
Gazel closed his eyes, and his body went limp and fell to the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Black smoke began to curl from his body, slithering toward the dead hunter nearby and entering through his skin.
Within moments, all visible wounds on the hunter's body began to close and heal. His chest rose sharply — and then his eyes snapped open.
The body stood up, flexing its fingers slowly, testing its new strength.
Then...
"Hahahahaha!" A crazed laugh burst out of his mouth.
