The sky was ablaze, so vivid it seemed as though crimson blood could drip from it, everything was bathed in a fiery red, as the Demon Hunters approached slowly under the gaze of the setting sun.
Like at the end of a story, two arch-nemeses meet in a beautiful scene, with only one able to leave alive.
First, they crept forward cautiously, then picked up their pace, and finally charged, swinging their blades like eagles spreading their iron feathers.
It was a piercing screech that shook the eardrums, followed by the clash of metals, sparking and whirling with fierce winds.
Their swordplay was so fierce that even a simple swing carried irresistible force, lifting disordered dry grass, swirling around like shattered ashes in their view.
The Secret Blood surged and awakened, unleashing a power that didn't belong to mortals, the Forbidden Power that should have been forgotten forever.
