Standing casually with a maddened expression was a youth who looked to be around the age of fifteen.
Under the pale glow of the moon, blood was dripping lightly from his clothes, causing him to look somewhat inhuman.
Strewn across him were the mangled and destroyed bodies of star beasts who had long since died and were unable to regenerate.
Pant! Pant! Pant!
The youth gasped repeatedly as he struggled to stabilize himself.
His heart was beating like a war drum from the intensity of the battle.
Storing the sword in his universe ring, the youth staggered forward.
He was about to stagger back to his house when he caught sight of a silhouette standing atop the roof of a building not too far away.
The youth didn't even think for a moment and the sword appeared in his grasp once more.
"Have you come to die?" the youth asked, as the surge of killing intent that had started to retreat erupted violently once more like a tide.
