Kanon raised his firewood hatchet and was about to charge into the darkness, but the darkness answered with unmistakable mockery.
It mocked his courage as vulgar and meaningless. Kanon remained frozen in the pose of raising his hatchet, unable to take another step.
With a clang, the hatchet in Kanon's hand fell to the floor and spun several times. Then came two dull thuds as Kanon's knees hit the ground, left first, then right.
Even after the hatchet slipped from his grasp, his hand still tried to seize something. But it slowly lowered and pressed against his chest, followed by his other hand.
A handle adorned with a demon carving protruded from his chest. The same weapon that had been embedded in Eva and Hideyoshi's foreheads was now lodged in Kanon's chest.
"Urgh."
Kanon's lips twisted in pain as blood trickled from his mouth. Such makeup was clearly too heavy for someone with skin as pale as Kanon's.
A flock of golden butterflies glowing within the darkness watched him, dancing an alluring dance. It was an exquisitely beautiful dance, meant to praise, mock, slander, and bury this young man's self-control. Kanon had long prepared himself for the possibility of death, but he at least wanted to make one final stand. He refused to accept death delivered in this manner.
So he gripped the weapon embedded in his chest with both hands, gritted his teeth through unimaginable agony, and pulled it out. In an instant, a dark crimson liquid sprayed forth, followed by a sickening dull sound.
That was likely the sound of Kanon's soul being dragged into the abyss of the dead.
"Kanon? Someone..."
The unbearable sight before her made Kumasawa scream. Kanon lay in a pool of blood, and Kumasawa's mind was a mess. How unfortunate he was. If