Caron's vision filled with a deep, blood-red hue. Even drawing breath was a struggle, and he could feel the taste of blood seeping up his throat.0

"Caron!" Leo's voice rang in his ears.0

Caron managed a faint smile, glancing down to examine the spear impaling him. It had pierced him all the way through, from his back to his chest. Just a bit lower, and it would have gone straight through his heart.0

That was close, Caron thought. If he hadn't twisted his body at the last second, it would have been fatal. The fact that the Demon King's focus had been disrupted was his only stroke of luck. And that disruption had been created by none other than his comrades.0

"...Crazy idiots," Caron muttered, grinning at his comrades, who had each lodged their weapons into the Demon King's body.0

Even if this creature was just a fragment of the Demon King, it was still a deadly force, capable of reducing any of them to a mere bloodstain at any moment. Fear would have been natural, yet they held their weapons with an iron grip, their faces contorted in defiance. Even while brimming with rage, they kept a wary eye on Caron, watching over him. The sight struck him as strangely funny.0

Slash!0

Caron swung Guillotine, slicing through...0