Chapter 380: Seppuku (1/2)
Hikari watched from a distance as she strived to make her way to Regrit, guns blazing through the hoard of beasts.
”REGRITT!!”
However, before she could reach him… She witnessed as he struck his sword into his own wound, and how quickly he fell soon after...
”Well, that was unexpected… Perhaps you cast some spell so I don't turn you against your friends… Quite admirable indeed. Still, after all that talk, you were nothing but a disappointment…” The shalker smiled from the distance, it was truly an amusing sight to see after many years of isolation.
However, that was when suddenly, he felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and a raging killing intent unmatched. His senses were consumed, and his eyes slowly peered over towards the source… A source he could not believe, the tiny girl… And he gazed with wide eyes to see a literal grim reaper of death rage towards him through his summons almost as though they were nothing.
Hikari could not believe her eyes as they shrunk in horror. Her hurting, heavily beating heart lurched down to her deepest depths, and she felt an empty pain eating away at her stomach.
She felt almost as though she had witnessed a part of herself cruelly severed, and the pain lingered back towards her. She knew not what overcame her nor what kind of anguish was inflicted upon her. All she knew was that she had to make haste and reach him no matter the cost.
Her aura of light erupted, and it was now mixed with hints of ever-feint dark that slowly became thicker. Her eyes turned primal, and her vision was laser-focused as though nothing in the world mattered until now.
And with but a single shot from her pistol, she shot a light that parted the sea of monsters, incinerating them into dust and turning their ethereal ashes into a clear walkway for her to pass.
And with a single step, she dashed all the way towards Regrit and looked down on his clearly dead corpse.
Being in front of him, her previous emotions subsided, and she was now overwhelmed with something else.
Water fell down from her vision, and an uncontrollable blurriness flooded her eyes. Her legs began to lose strength, and her raging aura faded away into the cold wind as she dropped on the icy grounds, her hands gently over Regrit's armour.
The shalker watching the display of grief ahead of him felt a sense of relief unrivalled by nearly any other. As that girl approached him, he felt certain doom was upon him, and he witnessed his life flash before his eyes. Seeing her stop and break down in front of him was something he was more than grateful for. The demonic amalgamation of death he so feared to face was now nothing but a little girl crying over the corpse of her friend.
”You fucking dummy… Why… You liar... I thought you were strong… I thought your determination was peerless and you would do anything to follow your dreams… I was so jealous of your strength… That was the strength I lacked... You're the only reason I was so convinced to turn into a demon… So why… WHY WOULD YOU KILL YOURSELF SO COWARDLY YOU IDIOT!!”
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”...”
She broke down crying on his armour. But… That's when she noticed steam coming from her teardrops, and her eyes grew wide. She was lying on the unforgiving snow she nearly died from prior, yet she oddly felt no cold… The armour that Regrit wore that she presumed to be icy cold from the environment was so warm to the touch and filled her with a gentle comfort.
The wound from the two swords stabbed through his own chest did not bleed, no not at all when she expected to find a pool of blood beneath her feet. Instead, she witnessed the snow melting around her in a circle.