My team lunged at Osiris with their sharpened blades. The enemy couldn't dodge in time and was forced to take the full brunt of the attack.
Blocking some strikes with his arms, he still suffered several deep wounds across his body.
"Fall back!" I shouted, and the squad retreated a few steps. "We're up against a serious threat. Our first mission as Team Kusanagi—eliminate this beast."
The hunters bared their weapons, eyes locked on Osiris with deadly intent.
All of them wore dark tactical suits, designed specially for Kusanagi.
The old man looked tense. His wounds wouldn't heal—he'd never once learned to manipulate demonic blood. The natural regeneration granted by nature alone would no longer suffice.
"Damn it," he muttered.
He steadied his stance, took a deep breath, and calmed himself. Five hunters. One demon.
Meanwhile, my regeneration allowed me to call upon Kuroen again. My team watched warily as the dark armor spread across my body, swallowing me like ancient steel.
