"Mary!"
"Hannya!"
As Kamiyagawa's command fell, the atmosphere within the Takamagahara Shrine Hall suddenly boiled.
The space in front of Kamiyagawa was torn apart by an invisible force, and a dense crimson blood mist surged forth, instantly staining a large area. The blood mist carried a rusty sweetness intertwined with the exotic fragrance of incense from ancient temples. It roiled, like a giant living creature rolling.
Tap, tap, tap.
The crisp and rhythmic sound of hard-soled boots striking the ground came from the depths of the blood mist, each step precisely echoing between heartbeats, carrying a suffocating majesty.
"Mary, before you."
As the cool voice fell, that tall silhouette had already stood quietly in front of Kamiyagawa.
On the battlefield, Mary always left Kamiyagawa with a rear view, and this time was no exception. She still turned her back on him, leaving that solitary and magnificent rear view as his most solid bulwark.
