"Fuck..."
Clostro clenched his scythe, not knowing if Aestrea had a hidden card made him extremely nervous somehow.
'Does he still have something hidden?'
That thought alone was enough to make his nerves scream.
Then, with a sharp inhale, he raised his hands and snarled:
"Fine. Let's see who dies first!"
Fwip, fwosh!
His hands blurred, forming over a dozen complex signs in one heartbeat.
Each motion burned lines of blood-red light into the air, forming a massive triangle that glowed between them.
Aestrea's reflection appeared within its center.
Clostro's eyes turned completely crimson, his pupils vanishing in a storm of scarlet flame.
"『 ✯ Authority of Killing — DOMAIN OF SLAUGHTER! ✯ 』"
The world trembled.
A thick, dark-red liquid oozed from Clostro's skin, dripping from his hands, his eyes, his mouth. It hissed as it touched the ground.
And then...
FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!
