Covered with snow, the dim sky continued to fall with fine debris, revealing their true appearance under the light of the source energy lamps on the side of the street.

As in the past, the people who lived in the neighborhood returned home early, the doors and windows closed, and the yellow candlelight cast a shadow through the curtains.

Everything is no different from usual, it's just the atmosphere peculiar to the city, oppressive.

Can be tonight.

It seems to be a little different from usual.

The cold wind was bitter, and the pain on the face was like a knife.

The boy stood up tremblingly, and warm blood dripped from his body, staining the snow with a bright red.

Holding on to the wall, he slowly lifted his right leg and took a step forward.

Violent tremors erupted from his body, and as the step began, as if a fuse had been ignited, the boy's skin cracked, and for a moment, blood obscured his original complexion.

Under the boy's feet, the snow kept melting, one step, two steps....... As it staggered, small puddles of blood appeared behind it.

From a distance, it looks like a scarlet demon with an endless blood prison descending on the world.

In front of the blood-colored villain, a tall figure in a black hooded robe stood still, and in his hand, the silver short blade lay quietly.

At its feet. The three strong men kept struggling, but they were pierced by countless black tentacles, nailed to the snow, unable to move.

In just a few meters long, the boy fell several times, and it took him five minutes to complete.

In front of the black robe, the boy stood silent, not saying a word, motionless, except for his constant trembling and dripping blood, time seemed to stand still.

The black-robed man kept moving, and after half a minute, the boy trembled and took the short blade from his hand, and the silver light flashed, and the boy's face was exposed to the moonlight.

And in the scarlet that covers everything, a pair of pitch-black eyes are directly in people's hearts.

That was pure, unwavering determination.

The boy sat on his knees, his hands on the handles of his sword, and thrust straight down.

Clean, neat.

The boy swung his arm three times, each of which was a bloody color.

Every piece of blood brought a sound in the snow.

The boy dropped his blade and looked up in a daze.

In his eyes, the sparse black clouds were completely blown away by the wind, and the white moon was arbitrarily exposed to the night.

"Today, the moon ..... It's not round!"

A faint voice came out of the boy's mouth, and consciousness diffused.

The moon bends overlapped in the boy's eyes, and the small body gradually fell backwards.

The turquoise prism hanging between its neck, under the white, a strange green light flashed.

The shadow swept by, and the boy and the man in black disappeared in place, leaving only three corpses that had been gradually buried by the wind and snow and a long-dead lizardmonster.

The cold streets, the biting cold wind swept the snow, and under the miserable white light of the energy lamp, it blew towards the sky.