A Cursed Man

The battlefield was silent, and the spectators were fearful. The Devil Hunters knew it better than anyone: the destructive energy that Lusica wielded. It was the first time that the truth came to light.

"This is who the Seika chose as his dagger," the Knight of Courage supported Lusica on her shoulder, despite being shorter than him. "Lusica allowed us to obtain crucial information through his suffering. Most of you had friends who turned into fallen beings, so you must know their suffering."

The crowd muttered among themselves as pained expressions appeared on most. The fate of those who give in to the darkness was worse than death. Lusica looked with gratitude through his tired eyes at the Knight of Courage, who managed to sway the crowd to his side.