Faced with the attack, Aaron pressed his right hand down and drew his Cane Sword. But instead of stabbing at the charging Beast, he traced a circle and thrust toward the darkness in another direction.
Clang!
A muffled sound came from the darkness, as if something had blocked the blade.
At the same time, the Beast's figure passed straight through Aaron, then burst like a soap bubble and vanished.
It had only been an illusion!
The thick darkness before Aaron gradually dissipated, revealing the Beast's massive form and his right hand, which had mutated into a black claw.
The black claw was now gripping the sharp blade of the Cane Sword tightly.
Aaron's expression didn't change in the slightest. His left hand flashed to his waist, and with a gunslinger's quick draw, he spun a blue-steel revolver into his palm, aimed at the Beast's head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
A flash of fire lit up the surroundings.
Aaron saw the terror and disbelief in the Beast's eyes. Then a bleeding hole appeared in his head.
The massive corpse toppled to the ground. Aaron didn't let his guard down; he fired two more shots into the back of the Beast's head.
"Cheating with danger sense—isn't that a little unfair?"
After making sure the Beast was completely dead, Aaron murmured to himself and began to search the body.
The coin toss had only been a feint. In truth, he had relied on his own ability to sense danger.
Ever since he'd been able to communicate with spirits, that dangerous intuition had become part of his body.
He hadn't sensed any danger from the Beast's illusion. Instead, he'd felt a strong threat from the darkness in the other direction!
A moment later, he removed an iron-black ring from the Beast's