The corner of the eye caught a glimmer of light flashing by, not seeing it clearly, only feeling the world spinning suddenly. In the last glimpse, a familiar body with blood spurting from the neck appeared in the distance ahead.
Clang!
A crisp sword chant sounded like a dragon entering the sea, spreading out from the Northern Black Demon Child like a fireworks display, ebbing and flowing, akin to black water covering the void.
The Black Demon Child's eyes were clear, appearing very innocent, filled with divinity and devoid of humanity, unaware of the implications of his actions, simply doing what he wished to do.
This is the difference between sacrificing for the divine spirit and the sentient beings. To slay you, what does it matter to me?
