As the enemies mercilessly slay your sinners, leaving you without protection, you fall on the cold floor beneath you as the Irae Peccatulums lock their blood-hungry eyes on you. Before you could crawl back from them in sheer panic. A piercing smell of blood fills the air before the enemies get sliced in half and explode in a crimson explosion. You shield your eyes from the sudden sight with your hands.

"Ah, so much for my determination to follow the great flow..."

You uncover your tear-stained eyes, and the sight of your guide in the blood cloak shakes you to the core as he manifests a blood spear in his hand and throws it at the Peccatulums piercing them and breaking the floor with more bloody spikes, immediately getting rid of them.

"I simply could not permit this stench, this sight to exist any longer. Even if it meant that I must swim against the flow."

He turns around to meet your gaze, blood slowly dripping down his face from his tired piercing eyes.