Chapitre 29: Chapter 29 (Special Chapter Part 2)

Buster's eyes blazed with fury as he fixed his gaze upon Sanemi, the intensity of his stare unyielding. "Human! My name is Buster. Tell me how you did that!" he demanded, his voice ringing out with a mixture of frustration and curiosity.

Sanemi's sneer deepened as he regarded the demon before him, his expression a mask of defiance. "Why should I?" he retorted, his voice dripping with disdain. He had no intention of divulging his secrets to an adversary, especially one who had shown nothing but hostility towards him.

But Buster's resolve remained unshaken, his determination burning like a flame in the darkness. With a grit of his teeth, he stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You'll tell me whether you like it or not," he vowed, his voice laced with a steely resolve.

Suddenly, the sand beneath Buster began to stir, swirling around him in a mesmerizing dance. With each passing moment, the whirlwind grew stronger, enveloping Buster in a vortex of sand and fury.

"We are in a desert, a place where the full power of my ability can be shown," Buster declared, his voice echoing against the backdrop of the swirling sands. His words carried a weight of warning, a promise of the impending reckoning that awaited Sanemi.

With a final glance, Buster slowly sank into the shifting sands, his form disappearing completely beneath the surface.

As Sanemi's irises darted around with lightning speed, scanning every inch of the surrounding landscape, a sense of anticipation hung in the air like a heavy shroud. His senses heightened, attuned to the slightest disturbance in the desert silence.

With a deliberate movement, Sanemi shifted his focus downward, his gaze fixing upon the shifting sands beneath his feet. A moment of stillness passed before he raised his head once more, a dark grin spreading across his features like a shadow creeping across the desert floor.

"I remember warning that if you are alive, hiding from me is far from useful. That also includes sneaking on me," Sanemi's voice echoed across the desert, each word carrying the weight of his resolve. His clenched fist crackled with a white aura, energy pulsating from within as he prepared to unleash his power.

With a swift motion, Sanemi unleashed his attack, his fist hurtling toward the ground with deadly precision. But instead of causing the sand to scatter in every direction, the impact of his punch sent shockwaves rippling through the earth.

As the desert air hung heavy with tension, a sudden scream shattered the silence, echoing across the barren landscape. Sanemi's ears perked up at the sound, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he recognized the source of the cry.

"This is a perfect way to deal with moles like you," Sanemi chuckled, his amusement evident in the lilt of his voice. The scream belonged to Buster, the demon who had attempted to ambush him from beneath the sands. Yet, despite his best efforts, Buster had fallen prey to Sanemi's cunning trap without even putting up a fight.

Ignoring Buster's plight, Sanemi turned his attention to the remaining adversaries before him: the demon he had punched in the face and the flying female demon who had launched the wind spheres at him earlier. With a calculating gaze, he assessed his opponents, weighing his options as he prepared to engage them in battle.

The demon with the bloody nose glared back at Sanemi, a mixture of defiance and fear flickering in his eyes. Beside him, the female demon hovered in the air, her wings beating against the desert breeze as she prepared for another attack.

The female demon's bloodcurdling screech pierced the air, her eyes ablaze with fury as she directed her wrath towards Sanemi. With a swift motion, she extended her palms towards him, summoning forth her deadly arsenal.

"Wind Shot Magic: Air Burst," she roared, her voice carrying the weight of her fury as a burst of razor-sharp projectiles condensed in her hands, hurtling towards Sanemi with lethal precision. The wind shrieked as it tore through the air, slicing through the desert silence like a blade through silk.

But as the projectiles closed in on him, Sanemi's grin widened, a glint of anticipation gleaming in his eyes. With a primal roar, he clenched his fist, channeling his inner strength with a burst of power that surrounded his hand in a brilliant white hue.

"Light Breaker," Sanemi bellowed, his voice ringing out like a clarion call as he unleashed his counterattack. The white aura pulsated with energy as his fist collided with the incoming wind strike, a clash of forces that sent shockwaves rippling through the air.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as the opposing energies clashed in a dazzling display of power. The desert sands trembled beneath their feet, bearing witness to the ferocity of their confrontation.

And then, with a deafening roar, the wind burst dissipated into nothingness, scattered by the force of Sanemi's punch.

As the wounded demon's cry pierced the desert air, Hina hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty as she turned to face her companion. "Kris?" she called out, her voice tinged with concern as she searched for him amidst the chaos of battle.

But before she could react, a shadow fell over her, casting her into darkness as a cascade of sand grains showered down upon her shoulders. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew that her fate had been sealed.

As Hina looked up, her eyes widened in horror as she beheld the looming figure descending upon her from above. The realization of her impending doom washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her paralyzed with fear.

Meanwhile, Sanemi's brow furrowed in concentration, beads of sweat trickling down his neck as he gritted his teeth against the strain of his abilities. "This drains way too much life force..." he muttered, his voice strained with exertion as he fought to maintain control.

His hands pressed firmly against the sand beneath him, fingers digging into the shifting grains as he struggled to channel his remaining energy into the earth.

As Sanemi's whispered incantation filled the air, a sense of dread washed over Hina, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized the gravity of her situation. "Desert Living Burial," Sanemi muttered, his voice carrying the weight of inevitability as he unleashed his formidable power upon her.

Behind Hina, a monstrous wave of sand surged forth like a living tide, its towering form casting a shadow over the desert landscape. The scorching sun beat down upon them, its harsh rays glinting off the shifting grains as they converged upon their hapless victim.

The ground beneath Hina's feet trembled with the force of the approaching onslaught, the sand beneath her beginning to shift and churn in anticipation of its quarry. A few stray grains fell upon her shoulders like a harbinger of doom, spelling out her imminent demise in the desert sands.

And then, with a sudden and terrifying inevitability, it happened. In the midst of the towering wall of sand, a yawning chasm appeared, its gaping maw hungry for flesh and bone. With a deafening roar, the sand swallowed Hina whole, consuming her in its depths without leaving a trace behind.

As the desert landscape returned to its eerie silence, the only evidence of Hina's existence was the lingering echo of her scream, carried away on the desert winds.

As Kris fell to his knees, his heart heavy with grief and rage over the loss of his companions, his eyes turned to Sanemi, the source of his anguish. He watched as Sanemi, breathing heavily from the exertion of battle, stood before him.

With a primal roar of fury, Kris surged to his feet, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity as he vowed vengeance upon his adversary. "I'll kill you slowly," he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice dripping with malice and hatred.

The sand beneath Kris began to ignite, flames licking at the ground as he summoned forth his inner power with a desperate cry. "Body Flame Magic: Roaring Speed," he bellowed, his words echoing across the desert as a burst of flames propelled him forward with unparalleled speed.

With a primal instinct driving him forward, Kris launched himself towards Sanemi, his fist aimed with deadly precision at his opponent's vulnerable form. He could feel the heat of the flames enveloping him, fueling his rage as he closed the distance between them with lightning speed.

But as Kris prepared to deliver the final blow, his eyes widened in shock as he beheld Sanemi's tired grin, a flicker of determination shining through the weariness etched upon his features.

With a defiant smirk, Sanemi raised his hand, a white hue flickering around his fist like a beacon of hope amidst the chaos of battle. Though his strength wavered and his body screamed with exhaustion, he refused to yield to despair.