Aizetsu was out.

A slayer had managed to decapitate Hantengu's head, which activated his Blood Demon Art: Emotion Manifestation.

As the other three manifestations scrambled off to wreak havoc on their own, Aizetsu remained calm and composed.

With his yari in hand, he casually strolled through the forest. He didn't actively hunt; instead, he waited for something or someone to stumble upon him.

He had a dejected expression pasted on his face, his brows furrowed and drawn together, and the corners of his mouth downturned.

"Why do I need to do this..." he uttered to himself.

It was obvious: he was clearly sad.