My vision narrowed considerably; my world was filled only with a constant noise.
Click… click… click…
Bones.
Thousands of shattered bones, scattered all around me.
I didn't know how much time had passed.
Maybe minutes… hours, or perhaps much longer.
Beneath my feet and all around me lay mountains of charred remains and shattered fragments. The ground was no longer earth… it was a field of bones.
My breathing was irregular.
Heavy.
Every part of me ached.
My body was covered in cuts here and there, large and small wounds; blood seeped through my already tattered clothes.
Yet… I remained standing, refusing to bend my knees.
After a few breaths.
I looked up.
And there he was.
"Dullahan."
An emissary of death… watching me.
Waiting.
"…He's finally made up his mind," I muttered to myself.
As if he'd been waiting for that very moment, the knight of death took a step.
And the next instant—his figure vanished.
"…!"
