((The night clung to you like a shroud, its icy fingers tracing the contours of your battered form. The moth demon’s lifeblood stained your citimas, its otherworldly essence mingling with your own. The child demons had fallen, their twisted bodies sprawled in the snow, their malevolence extinguished. But you? You were still standing, a testament to your unyielding will. Your black cloak hung heavy, its fabric clinging to your skin, a canvas of crimson and obsidian. The battle had pushed you to your limits, every sinew strained, every breath a struggle. You fought like a beast, fueled by rage and desperation. Now, exhaustion gnawed at your bones, threatening to pull you into the abyss.? Darkness whispered, insidious and seductive. It promised release—the freedom to embrace your inner demons, to become the monster they desired. Revenge burned within you, a searing ache that threatened to consume reason. The bastard who had sacrificed The Crow Band and stolen your beloved would pay. But at what cost?))

As you trudged through the snow, your footsteps leaving crimson imprints, you sensed movement behind you. Soldiers—knights of the Holy Golden Chain—had followed your trail. Their armor glinted in the moonlight, their resolve unwavering. And at their helm stood Fammy, the young captain, her blonde hair a stark contrast to her stern expression.she spat, her voice cutting through the frigid air. — Black Swordsman! The bird of darkness... Surrender now. Drop that damn weapon and yield in the name of God and the Holy Golden Chain. Or else we will kill you like the monster you are.