The divination house was dim and quiet. Two pairs of eyes stared at each other. After a moment, Akuma laughed, revealing his interlocking fangs.
"Come on, old friend. Aside from you and the other two, I can't get a feel for fighting any of the other Hunters. They're simply too weak."
Akuma leaped down from the table and rotated his left arm. A layer of rugged external armor gradually formed over both his arms. At first glance, the armor looked somewhat metallic.
Clack, clack, clack~
Akuma clenched both fists. Red patterns emerged on his chest and rapidly spread.
Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the divination house. The door was kicked open with a bang.
"Everyone inside, put your hands up!"
A loud shout rang out. By the light from the street, a man holding a rifle and radiating murderous intent could be seen.
Akuma looked at the dark muzzle and was clearly somewhat surprised. He couldn't understand why his enemy would use this thing against him.
Bang!!
An ear-splitting sound rang out. A silver bullet covered in engraved patterns tore through layers of air before finally slamming into Akuma's head.
With a boom, an explosion erupted. The resulting shockwave left the divination house riddled with holes.
"Direct hit."
The man crouching outside the door was somewhat drained. His cheek twitched continuously under the corrosion of dark energy. This was a new combat system that combined the supernatural power of the Dark Prison with special firearms.
"Don't use a toy to shoot my head."
The smoke around Akuma's head dispersed. He was biting down on a deformed bullet, and with a crack, he crushed the silver bullet between his teeth.
Fragments flew in all directions. Akuma pressed his thumb against his index finger, aimed at one fragment, and flicked