Corpses littered the village, fresh blood flowing endlessly... soaking the earth and staining the barren ground crimson...
Crows and vultures wheeled across the sky... calling joyfully... celebrating...
The wind howled, sweeping up sand from the ground until the entire sky turned gray...
Crack, crack-crack-crack... Suddenly, a succession of bone-breaking sounds rang out on the path near the village, making everyone's scalps crawl.
"Aah! Aaaaah!"
Under the terrified gazes of a dozen thugs, their companion-Baldy-had been twisted into an irregular shape, blood beginning to spray from his entire body.
"Ugh... I... was wrong..." Even with his face horribly contorted in pain, he still begged for mercy in a repentant voice.
Unfortunately, there was no undoing what he had done. The souls of those he had raped and murdered or tortured to death could never forgive him-or the others...
Splat... Strangely, all that blood floated in midair before pouring into the thugs' mouths.
Not a drop of that filthy blood would be allowed to pollute the earth.
Crack-crack-crack-crack...
Baldy-no, he no longer existed in this world. There was only a neat little half-meter cube left in his place.
"Drip, drip..." The sound of dripping liquid jolted the thugs out of their stupor.
One of them had wet himself in terror.
"Run!" someone suddenly shouted, urging his friends to flee.
The thugs wanted to run, but eerily, they couldn't move no matter how hard they tried.
"Sorcery!"
"No! It's a Sage Art! Please, my lord, divine immortal, spare me!"
They began repenting and begging for mercy nonstop.
Tetsuhiro gave a cold snort and ignored them.
The sight of these thugs reminded him of a certain beast who had once worn an iron helmet.
That man had been even more abject, even more devout.
There was no point dwelling on it. Regret came too