Covered in blood, Gelman turned around. The unusually large full moon still hung high in the broad, bright night sky behind him.
He pressed his lips together and thought for a moment.
It was while this full moon had been slowly rising that he had realized how to draw the Scythe of Funeral.
But why had this strange and magnificent sight appeared here?
Just as Gelman was puzzling over it, another new change occurred, making him realize that today's hunt was nowhere near over.
Rumble—
Gelman turned toward the sound and saw the corpse of the Headless Fairy, which should have been well and truly dead, twitch. Its giant body wriggled a few times like a live fish on a chopping board.
He was a little surprised.
It had lost its head, arms, wings, heart, and most of its life force. Could the Headless Fairy still come back to life?
But his surprise was quickly replaced by his usual composure.
He had seen too many strange and bizarre things. Besides, this was the Headless Fairy's home turf.
Gelman wasn't worried.
In his current state, against a Headless Fairy whose attack patterns he had already figured out, he was confident he could win even if they fought another three hundred rounds.
Unexpectedly, the changes before him foretold a turn of events he hadn't anticipated.
The Headless Fairy's corpse began to crack and crumble, turning into grains as fine as sand. A strange gust of wind swept them up into the night sky.
When Gelman widened his view, he saw that this wasn't the only place where black smoke was rising like cooking fumes.
One plume rose from the rocky wasteland, but most of the others were concentrated near the city where the Ten Thousand Man Cave was located.
It seemed the