Beneath the iron mask, a great fire ignited within the pitch-black abyss, and 047 gazed mercilessly at the Demon Hunters. Inspired by 0471's bravery, some of the Demon Hunters struggled to emerge from their despair. Trembling, they raised their swords, gripped tightly despite the fear, holding their weapons at least for this moment.
"It's time to fulfill our duty. We cannot let these Demons leave."
047's voice was cold, narrating.
Saint Nalos Cathedral was the core area of corruption, where, under the bizarre power of the Holy Grail, people were twisted into even more powerful Demons.
Feeling that maddened erosion, surrounded by endless whispers, it was impossible to completely ignore it. 047 could only endure, like a sailor facing a storm, pulling tight the sail, unwilling to be overturned by the deathly waves.
