CHAPTER 45
The world was slowly being drowned in darkness, the somber night approaching from the east, the western horizon still aflame with the scarlet hue of sunset. Megumi gazed at the red-tinged orange sky, his breath hoarse and raspy.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since his gruesome battle began, but all he could think of was getting up and obliterating his foe. His hands trembled around the hilt of his blade, his legs a bit shaky. His once vigorous, purple-plagued eyes were now pale and a bit unnerving.
His once-white hair was wet and adhesive, awash with slightly darker crimson, the blood of the vile demon splattered all over him. To his right was Rei, barely in any better shape than he was.
For many minutes—perhaps hours—they had stayed battling the ferocious demon in hopes that they would finally be able to break through its adamantine wooden body after a few consecutive blows.
