The two-faced mask flew through the air, sliced in two, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
Prince Absab's body trembled with exhaustion, but his demonic senses warned him not to let his guard down, for he was still in danger.
...
Explosion!
Apostle Alon, whose hair and one eye had turned blood-red, stumbled backward; his other eye was empty, and inside it seemed to be a dark, tar-like substance that looked as though it contained hundreds of worms.
A tall, slender man wearing a black mask, with shiny brown hair, his body covered in a white uniform and wearing golden gloves, had fired an arrow of concentrated mana. That man had used a golden bow with two gems embedded in it. He was the apostle Hector.
"I'm sorry, she's the youngest among us," said the apostle Hector in a friendly voice, but his tone made it clear that he was treating the apostle Alon like a stranger.
"It's a bit cold-hearted to attack a brother," said the apostle Alon with a slightly mischievous tone.
