The cherry blossom covered field being to stain with blood and swords as purple lighting strikes in the distance

your breathing becomes slow and heavy, face covered in blood as your body begins to falter onto the ground with your weapon on the ground next to you

"Aww~ what's wrong? Surely you didn't think that you'd win so easily...did you?~"

the voice of the previously known Balladeer, Scaramouche, cackles and mocks you as he steps closer and lifts your chin up

tch, stupid god...