"Aaghr.."
The scream of Bakemon's most recent foe tore through the air, echoing across the blood-soaked plain. The sound was wet and guttural.
The kind of death cry that clawed at the spine. The body hit the ground with a dull thud, entrails spilling across broken earth.
Yet Bakemon didn't even flinch. His crimson eyes were cold, indifferent, as if the act of killing had long lost its meaning.
The goddess-race champions who had assembled to face him lay scattered like broken dolls. All were dead, except one.
A lone woman with violet hair stood amidst the carnage, her expression calm, her eyes fixed on him.
Even when the others attacked, she remained still, watching detached, silent almost unreadable.
Everyone else had fought desperately for their lives. But not her. The reason was simple, no one sensed her. Even standing so close, it was as though she didn't exist at all.
Bakemon only noticed her because he had come near enough to see what others could not.
