"I want to die... Please end this pain."
Those were the words that had erased Skyler's wicked smile not long ago.
Soft and nearly swallowed by the crashing crimson waves of the voilent Sea of Blood, the words still reached him—clear as day.
"I want to vanish..."
His eyes dilated. His heart raced when the voice echoed again. The boat he occupied was in the middle of the Sea of Blood—the heart of Sea, where sinners were tortured.
Yet, amidst the countless cries, it was as if that voice was the only one he could hear.
He had abandoned all his logic and jumped into the Sea without a second thought. The demon had shouted, but it was far too late.
Yet, even then, Skyler had the presence of mind to wrap Riruru in his jacket and place her in the corner of the small wooden boat.
It was strange—so strange.
