Somewhere in that deserted wasteland of collapsed buildings that reeked of battle, the Shadow of Death knelt, drenched in bruises and blood, looking near death.
Before him stood Kysa, her stomach slit open, intestines spilling out grotesquely. Yet she clutched the wound with a burning desire to live.
Behind them all stood the woman in black with the cracked-looking mask traced with golden streaks, standing atop a partially collapsed building, her hands folded across her chest, observing.
"If this was enough to kill me, I wouldn't have survived half my life."
Kysa began to laugh.
Halo heard her alright, but at this moment, he was only praying his Only Sin, Death, would reincarnate him again when he died. If cutting her gut in two didn't work, then he didn't know what would.
"I must admit, Fade was right about you. I finally understand."
Even through her injuries, Kysa kept her composure. She turned to Saint and motioned toward the distance.
