A chill crept in from beyond the warped space.
“…”
Originally, what should have been heard was the Archbishop’s trembling voice.
So why was the reaper standing there instead?
“Kuhuhu… What kind of joke is this?”
Blood dripped thickly, painting a strange image as the man continued to grin in satisfaction.
—That’s enough.
Why was this black sword impaled in his body?
Where was the voice of the Archbishop, who should have been pleading for salvation?
