Black boots stepped on the ruins, crushing several tiles with a crisp sound. Casio's gaze was gloomy and cold as he scanned the surroundings.
His eyes briefly lingered in several places before slowly retracting.
On the ground, the pale corpses of robust figures lay fallen, the black devil totem on their bodies dimmed. In the bushes, a Disciple of Puppet School maintained a dynamic boxing pose, standing dead like a sculpture. His face was twisted with madness and a grim smile, showing no hint of cowardice or fear. It vividly displayed the martial artist's courage and gallantry.
"You have not dishonored the Demon Seed I bestowed upon you."
"I will dig out your Demon Seeds one by one from his body and return them to you. These are badges of the brave's aura, symbols of the martial artist's nerve. Each one shines brighter than pearls and diamonds…"
Casio spoke as if he were mourning.