Blood-red claws, cutting off one of his own arms just like that.
"Why are you attacking yourself?"
Kana relaxed his grip, looked at the severed arm he held, disdainfully pursed his lips, and threw it far away.
The very elegant Prince's Sword appeared in Kana's hand.
He raised the sword and swung it.
Silver moonlight flashed under the bright moon.
The cultist widened his eyes, stood still in place, and his head fell from his neck.
The blood that wanted to spurt was completely controlled in Kana's hand as he reached out.
The blood, under Kara's control, was scattered.
It transformed into blood arrows, wildly shooting in all directions.
The cultists who discovered the situation here and wanted to surround and attack.
They were pierced by these sudden attacks, the blood inside them exploding, leaving one blood hole after another.
After doing all this, Kana turned around and looked at the dazed, teary-faced girl behind him, staring at him.
