A series of lightning strikes lit up the city, revealing the new Eater Blade stepping out of the coffin. Resting on his shoulder was a hybrid weapon — shotgun and sword fused together, still slick with fluid. But what made him truly strange was his…
ZRAAAK!
Another lightning bolt split the sky and there it was: a battered brown leather bomber jacket with a fur collar, whipping wildly in the storm wind. Sewn all over it were odd patches — dozens of images of women, stitched in different angles and poses, some just fragments of bodies, their faces frozen in alluring smiles.
"The savior of the apocalypse has arrived!" the newcomer bellowed, voice echoing through the rain.
Johnquis leaned forward, eyes narrowing at that unmistakable silhouette. One look at that warped aura, that deranged energy, and he knew.
"Holy shit— God has forsaken me… Of all people, why did the heavens have to drop him down here?"
