The Man’s Decree

“Well done!” The crowd cried instinctively as they whooped for Jared. In the meantime, Kazuo wore an ugly look on his face, but his glare was not directed at Jared. Instead, it was fixed on Evangeline. No ordinary mortal could have recognized Esiotrotus!

Scowling, Jun rose from the ground. A katana, the color of blood, emerged in his hand with souls of the da*ned circling the blade. It was plain that many had fallen under the weapon in Jun’s hand.

The crimson glow flickered, and Jun’s entire body turned red as if he had been bathed in blood. The sighs of the da*ned souls emanated from Jun with an aura of carnage in the aftermath of a battle.

Dragonslayer Sword in Jared’s hand glowed and hummed incessantly like a bloodthirsty predator with its sights set on its prey. The wrathful spirits, sensing the aura of Dragonslayer Sword, stirred uneasily as if it was trying to edge away from it.

Jun frowned at the sight. My own weapon is cowering before the fight began. “Set your blood essence ablaze to awaken the spirit of the samurai within you,” Kazuo rumbled, with the authority of the primordial earth.

tongue without hesitation and spat a

to have become excited upon getting a taste of blood. Cowering no more, the spirits began roaring like

with a mighty slash of his katana, unleashed a terrifying force that seemed to descend from the heavens. Baring their bloody maws, the spirits dashed

ascended to the heavens before sending

writhed in agony upon the merest contact with the golden light before dissipating in a wisp of green

shone onto Jun, whose features were contorted by a look of terror before struggling in

dissipated. In the meantime, Kazuo shuddered. Jared’s

of Jun’s aura earlier that the latter was possessed by a spirit, except that he did not expect Kazuo