"Ah! Woo!"
Fang Helling let out meaningless howls from his mouth, not even knowing what he was shouting. It was just a kind of emotion with no outlet, urging him to roar.
Like a trapped beast, like an injured dog.
He was the injured dog trapped in a cage, but he still wanted to go mad, to roar, to fight.
His strongest power was suppressed within, and his broken swordsmanship stopped at the surface.
But the cold gleam between his fingers was already held in his hand.
He leaped high.
He still had a dagger, still had fists, still had teeth...
He was not without anything.
The painful heart grew even more painful.
Blood-red eyes grew even blood-redder.
"Ah!"
He shouted nearly frantically, but not with a complete syllable.
This world was blood-red.
And he himself was as pale as bones.
I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you!
His anger and hatred burned at such a high frequency.
Yet a hand reached over, hovering in front of his brow, stopping him.
