Flash!
The world blurred for a second, and the man from the Flaming Rose was already gone—his torso carved apart in an instant.
A beat of silence passed.
Then the upper half of his body slid off the lower with a sickening squelch.
Blood sprayed like a fountain, dyeing the ground with purple blood.
The remaining member blinked in disbelief.
Even the demonic apostle flinched.
"You... you killed him?" the last man asked, voice cracking with a trace of fear.
Nox slowly raised Glacier End, now dripping with blood.
"You talk too much."
The last Flaming Rose member roared, his face turning red in anger as he charged forward, a flaming sword overhead.
"DIEEEE!"
But Nox didn't flinch. He moved—and in the blink of an eye, Nox was behind him.
The knight froze mid-swing, his eyes widening as he stared down at his chest where he could see the tip of a blade bursting out.
Then he collapsed—lifeless.
One strike.
Two kills.
Silence spread again. Even the demon hesitated now.
