It was a long-dreaded sound—metal shattering within the cold night air. The durability of your blade was unforgiving when it came to the four demons, setting the outcome of your tireless battle once only the hilt remained in your grip.

"... How weak." Sekido's voice was harsh, utterly merciless as he stepped over bits of your broken blade.

"Your attempts at slaying us were enjoyable, human!" Urogi flew down from the skies while he spoke, smiling almost cruelly at the sight. Aizetsu soon chimed in from behind you, his tone holding a false sense of pity. "But you failed, and now… you'll die here."

Karaku chuckled as he held your arm, eyes trailing over your helpless form. “Unless, you could… 'entertain' us for a bit longer?”