The wind howled as the Demon launched another attack, its body containing Secret Blood, the blinding white flames still fiercely burning. The Demon transformed from a Demon Hunter was far more dangerous and deadly than an ordinary Demon, not to mention the terrifying erosion it was enduring... This erosion came directly from the Holy Grail.
047 tried to evade, but just then unbearable agony surged within him, and beneath his cold iron mask, blood gushed forth.
The icy chill of death stabbed into his mind like daggers. It was too late to dodge the attack; he would be struck down, wounded, perhaps killed by the Demon, or he could be claimed by the erosion in his dazed consciousness, becoming one of the Demons.
In an instant, 047 thought of many things, but his biggest regret was never seeing Old Dunling's visage, never opening a detective agency, living life as an ordinary person.
