Pain immediately shot through your injured wing, and a familiar crimson color started staining the snow beneath you as the cold stung your skin.

You certainly made a mistake in underestimating Dragunov. You never thought he would have the precision to aim for your wing as you flew in the skies, and now you hear his footsteps and damned humming getting closer, as if he’s mocking you.

For once, your Devil self felt fear.