He walks towards you, blood all over his body. His own, but not only of course, you would even be able to recognize what belonged to who if your vision wasn't blurry from panick. He stops in front of you, as you're on the ground on your knees. His heavy aura makes you feel weak.

"Is that all you were scared of ? Were you afraid that they would get rid of me ?" He glares at you with a dark expression, filled with exasperation yet a deep fondness at the same time.

"To protect you, I'll become death itself. Those useless idiots are absolutely nothing compared to me." He holds his dirty sword in his hand. He killed the enemies only with one this time.