The technician forcefully pulled down the lever, and all preset processes began to operate. For a moment, he felt that everything had quieted down.
Then, nothing remained.
"Ah...not totally futile, was it?"
The technician muttered, and the door shattered in response.
...
"Damn it! Hurry up!"
On the verge of death, Red Falcon didn't forget to curse.
Blood and mangled corpses filled the gaps in the door. Red Falcon was stained in crimson from the back and forth hacking battles.
The Folding Blade continued to cut repetitively, but the sharp blade started to dull, eventually merely becoming an ordinary bludgeon.
Red Falcon tried to reassure himself, telling himself it was just one-on-one fights, time after time. Red Falcon wasn't confident against the tide of Demons, but in one-on-one combat, he was still pretty confident.
But this confidence was gradually collapsing under an almost endless war of attrition.
