Nero collapsed to a heap on the floor.
His breath was heavy and his body was tired.
'I... I did it.'
The fog slowly receded a long with the swarm of tainted souls that dwelled within it.
Taking a moment to make sure he had calmed down, Nero turned his gaze to what was left of the Ghoul.
It had been burnt black by the light that had touched it.
If not for that light, he feared that putting the Ghoul down would have been far more difficult than he could imagine.
He turned around. Then he froze.
For some reason, despite having survived such an awful predicament, the moods of everyone behind him was dark and solemn.
The girl, Aisha, had her face buried between her hands as she sobbed quietly.
The large man with the shield had a dark look on his face as he stared at what Nero could only assume had once been a human.
However, there was nothing human about the remains.
