Relentless, this thing clearly didn't plan to let Kamiyagawa go.
"Its aura is exactly the same as this space, no wonder I only noticed it when it got this close." Kamiya held two demon-slaying renowned swords, slightly bent his knees, and assumed a combat stance, like a bowstring tightened and ready to release, his narrowed eyes locking onto the enemy.
Pat-pat, pat-pat!
The rampaging Arajin monster rushed down rapidly, its countless fingers scraping against the rock walls, producing a dense clatter of footsteps.
From a distance, the thing looked like a dark reptile, but as it charged closer, it resembled a roaring war chariot.
A foul wind blew down from above, ruffling Kamiya's clothes and hair, and by now, he had almost assessed the enemy's level:
"This thing is actually an Arajin?"
Perhaps not as strong as those under Kamiyagawa's command.
But indeed, it was an Arajin.
