Then it clicked. “Itto, his third ability isn’t just the heartbeat or the summons. It’s automatic evasion. He dodges everything he sees instinctively!”
Before Yuki could act, the demon kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying. She crumpled to the ground as Itto ran to heal her.
Meanwhile, Musashi struggled to his feet, blood dripping from his body. His eyes, clouded from exhaustion, locked onto the demon.
“Tell me, what’s your name, demon?”
The demon stopped, a smirk tugging at its lips. “Name? They used to call me Aaron when I was still alive”.
“Well, Aaron,” Musashi said, his voice calm but resolute, “let’s finish this. Ultimate Ability Sanguine Requiem.”
The world shifted, bathed in an eternal crimson glow. Above them hung a massive blood-red moon, casting its ominous light over a desolate graveyard filled with shattered mirrors and thorny vines. Rivers of blood flowed between the graves, and the haunting melody of a requiem filled the air, growing louder with every passing second.
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The ability gave him the blessing of immortality, within this dimension, he could not be killed and his control over blood was at its peak.
Within this realm, Musashi stood revitalized, his heart pumping steadily. His blood, once scattered and weakened, now flowed with unmatched strength, responding to his every command.
The requiem drowned out Aaron’s heartbeat, stripping away the stat boosts that empowered his knights. Chains forged from blood erupted from the ground, racing toward Aaron.
The dark knights moved to intercept, but in the realm of Sanguine Requiem, Musashi’s attacks never missed. Each knight was annihilated, torn apart by the relentless crimson onslaught.
Aaron grinned, even as his body began to bleed. “I’m at a disadvantage, yet… why is this so fun?!”
Coating his arms in a white aura—the same as an ultimate ability’s walls, Aaron charged at Musashi, landing a devastating punch. Musashi’s body burst apart, a spray of blood painting the battlefield.
Yet the ability did not end. The dropped blood collected into a humanoid shape, reforming back into Musashi.
“You can’t win here, Aaron.”
His eyes glowed, Musashi’s blood turned into a long black coat that surrounded him.
“I am the strongest within this dimension, I am unstoppable”.
Aaron staggered forward, surrounded by thousands of razor-sharp blood slashes. They struck relentlessly, pushing him back step by step.
The Demon rapidly surrounded himself in a thin layer of pure energy, negating 99% of all the damage for 5 seconds.
He was completely bloodied and injured even with the barrier
Desperate yet exhilarated, Aaron smirked through his exhaustion. “After I kill you, I’ll take out that piece of shit, Shinji, next.”
Musashi grabbed Aaron’s hand, pushing it away from his face. His tired eyes gleamed with deadly intent.
“We’re here to get him too? Then how about a truce? The more people after him, the better.”
Aaron sneered, his crimson eyes narrowing as he yanked his hand free of Musashi’s grip. “A truce? Don’t insult me. You fucking suck. I can beat him up myself”.