"Elder, Elder!" The little fox boy Pike shouted.
"Elder!" Ratman Heitu followed suit.
"Elder?" The swordsmen at the cave entrance also shouted.
But the orange Catman Hachishi leaned against the stone wall without moving.
Gradually, the shouting weakened, the entire cave fell into a deathly silence, and the air was filled with sadness.
Only the young Tiger-man Tyson remained speechless from beginning to end.
Silently, he stepped forward and walked to the front of the orange Catman Hachishi, touching the wound on Hachishi's body left by the Ghost Wolf, staining his fingers with dark red viscous blood.
"What are you doing, Tyson?" Ratman Heitu questioned with confusion.
Tyson remained silent, smearing three thick streaks of blood onto his face, inhaling deeply as he tightened his four-finger broadsword full of gaps with one hand and picked up Hachishi's Iron Sword from the ground with the other.
Grasping both swords, Tyson turned around and looked towards the cave entrance.
