The faint sound of rain drifted in from outside; the downpour had weakened but hadn't stopped. In the chilly night, the two eyed each other warily.
"You… were eroded?" Red Falcon asked, somewhat uncertain.
Among these Upper-Rank Knights, Red Falcon was considered the least professional. Originally just a hoodlum from the Lower City District, he was promoted by Bola by chance. On the contrary, Joey came from a family renowned for hunting Demons; the Joshua family always had several members joining the Purification Mechanism each generation, a fact he had long been familiar with.
Joey understood himself and the enemy, which allowed him to judge things so quickly.
Compared to Demons, humans are indeed too fragile, their only advantage being their sanity that had not yet gone mad.
"That nightmare…"
Joey recalled those children, those continuously appearing ghostly figures—this was no coincidence. Joey was certain he had been eroded.
