Gelman was covered in wounds from head to toe.
He was drenched in blood, bones jutting through his flesh like broken spikes. His entire face was so stained crimson it was impossible to make out his features.
His wings and clothes had vanished, and his tricorne hat and black robe were nowhere to be seen.
Yet even with injuries like these, the Hunter still stood.
He raised his arm, blood dripping from it, and plunged it into his chest with a sharp, blade-like motion.
His fingers squirmed inside his rib cage. With a slight exertion, he snapped off one of his ribs and pulled it free.
Blood splattered across the ground.
The Hunter raised the broken rib in his right hand and grabbed the Hunter Badge with his left. He brought them together and, with a sharp click, somehow fitted them into one piece.
When the Hunter lowered his arms, a strange, enormous scythe rested in his hands.
It was called the Scythe of Funeral.
He stepped forward. With a thunderous boom, a web of cracks spread across the ground.
Then he shot toward the Headless Fairy.
Despite the great distance, Gelman crossed it in a flash and landed calmly in front of the Headless Fairy.
His eyes lifted, fixing on his prey for the night.
The Headless Fairy instinctively sensed an overwhelming threat!
Gelman strode toward the Headless Fairy's enormous right leg, raised the Scythe of Funeral, and struck in a flash, carving a trench-like gash into her leg!
Splurt—
Blood gushed out. The Headless Fairy's flesh parted as easily as tofu, a testament to the Scythe of Funeral's razor edge.
At the same time, the wounds on Gelman's body began to heal at Super Regeneration speed in response to that blow from the Scythe of Funeral!
The Headless