Broadcasting Uninvited Intervention From The Hunter

A high-pitch growl of the hungry wolf echoed through Granlork's ears and brought his consciousness back with him widely opening his eyes, dripping line of blood. He hastily got up his upper body from the temporal rest before lifting his vibrating legs into a standing position.

A gleeful chuckle was freed from Granlork's mouth as he gazed upon his trembling hands, dampened by thickened blood of his. He reluctantly nodded his head and switched his captivated gaze to the head of his former girlfriend steadily standing on the pillar as the trophy of satisfaction, luring him to unshackle the enchanted burst of laughter.

"If she died that means, it's a very relieving way for me to…" Granlork uttered in enthrallment flooded his throat and continued in a deep thrill, "Awakening the Morphion power within me."

Granlork thrust down his arms that surged out the blitzing-brown electrical strings on each of the wrists, crossing both of them. Temporal sightings of the electrocuting wolf fangs object emerged through his knuckle, sparking the mirthful sense with him stretching further his grinning smirk.

"Very gladly I got the touch of using the Morphion magic again," Granlork remarked with a cold, yet relieving tone, steering his glance upward and pressing his teeth on the lips until it sprayed out a drop of blood.

Then, Granlork pressed down his exhilarated eyes with a soothing realization clouding the depth of his mind and tightened his grip. A flashing image of Sparror standing on the stage fully invaded his thought, convincing him to enlighten the brown electrical strings on his knuckles and spawning the electrocuting wolf heads briefly.

"About my current prey, Sparror, since he survived my ultimate technique, I could detect his current whereabouts," Granlork exclaimed, elevating one of his blitzing hands that spawned the glistening wolf-head logo on the forehand.

Even Granlork's eyes flickered on thundering swarms as he slowly steered down his neck, granting him access to the vision of his current prey, Sparror. A vision consisted of the clean-night sky view and several neon-light buildings appeared within The Hunter's sight.

"So he is on the rooftop of some buildings?" Granlork took a guess, "Maybe I should strike him right now."

The Hunter locked his engrossed gaze onto his wrist, dripping more blood and switching onto the right one that also raining down drops of blood too. Regardless, Granlork heavily shook his head and closed his lips in chilled vexation with the vision belonging to his current prey ceased to exist.

"As much I wanted to claim his head, I couldn't do it right right now." Granlork murmured with an annoyed voice, forming disgruntle lips, "I needed to stabilize my condition and train my power again."

"Also, it will be fairer if I face the prey in a healthy state," Granlork added, sluggishly dropping his jaunty smirk before it closed with the bleak lips and began to separate the tie of his electrifying hands,

Granlork swiftly unshackled the crossing hands by pulling them apart for their striking departure, invoking the whirling brown circle beneath his feet. With the circle increased its expeditious spin, The Hunter fixated his sight on the head of his former girlfriend's corpse once more.

The longer Grannlork perceived his stare at the trophy head, the more his boiling enrage resurfaced through him gritting his disgruntled teeth. The Hunter swiftly heaved his marking finger forward and cleared his sore throat, readying himself on blurting out the scorched resentment.

"Rest forever in hell, Succubus," Granlork uttered grimly, retrieving his marking finger and tapping the electrifying ground below.

"You are one of the reasons I'm trapped living as my mundane disguise," Granlork added, latching his surging palm and clawing his face with his acuted nails, slowly ripping off the skin.

The Hunter smoothly dispatched the face of his disguise especially when his clutching hand held the torn-off soft surface mask, resembling a small rag. A true face filled with X-shaped scars on both of his cheeks, a rough L-shape wound mark on the forehead, and grimacing jade eyes finally unveiled into the world's view.

Thus, the thundering bolt ascended from the circle below, instantly incinerating all of his physical traces of Granlork and the Advans' Armor. A surging-brown skin humanoid arose for the current replacement of his physical form.

"The preparation for Sadorz Wolf and the dawn hunt has begun," Granlork announced with a blunt tone.

On the rooftop of the towering dirty-red building, Sparror with his crimson cape already manifested its full physical presence and strapped on his back. He gave a heedful glare to the shimmering object being patched into the molten rectangular casing, floating on his above left.

The Flaming Hero witnessed and clearly captured the voice of his aunt, Chisato foretelling her worried words through the flow of the conversation. Sparror calmly bowed his head and crossed his arms as his aunt kept expending the sentence of concern into his ears before it stopped with a hefty sigh, receiving a chance for him to take his turn by lifting his neck.

"I'm fine…right now, Aunt Chisato." An assured voice of Sparror resonated through the flickering torch on the beside right and continued, "I know, I failed on saving Yurika, but I'm not going to take any break this time."

"Are you sure, Hatoshi?" Chisato asked, raising her worriedness through the ongoing phone-call conversation.

Sparror exhaled the contorting burdensome air away and stated, "Yes…because the threat is still roaming around here and wanted me dead for a personal reason or maybe worse."

"I'm not going to run away anymore." Sparror said with an affirmative tone and resumed his firm argument, "This time I'll going to stop this terror no matter what the cost even it included my life."

Sparror chuckled and resumed the flow of the conversation with soothed voice emerged as he said, "Besides I'm…going to Yuna's place right now."

"Just to relief my mind of course from this tragedy, Aunt Chisato." The Flaming Hero uttered placidly and let out another reminder, "So as I said before….you don't have to worry much about my current condition."

Chisato shakily grunted and uttered with a reluctant tone, "Fine I understand your reasoning, Hatoshi."

"Thank you very much, Aunt Chisato," Sparror replied thankfully.

"Also good luck with completing your heroic duty," Chisato remarked.

"For a reminder be careful too, Hatoshi," Chisato added, feeling a little bit of uneasiness, "Especially on facing a new threat."

Sparror chuckled with his contorting voice and replied cheerfully, "Sure, and thanks for that reminder."

The phone call would soon meet its end with the blitzing noise resonating into The Flaming Hero's ears, swinging down his molten hand. The molten hand holding his phone flung downward as Sparror rested his crossing arms and locked up his gaze onto the pale moonlight above.

A hefty puff breathed out from The Flaming Hero's throat as he sharpened the little sense of worriedness through his gleaming gaze. He flipped up his left hand to summon the blazing swarm, enveloping his entire armored body and fading out the levitating tiny torch existence at the same time.

'To be honest….I'm still quite guilty for not predicting his second attack, but it can be a good lesson for me.' Sparror said with a slight spark of anxiousness flooding through the course of his unnerving veins.

'A good lesson for…me to improve as the new hero of Neo Tokyo and I'll try my best not to repeat the same mistake again,' Sparror added assertively, gazing down his affirmed eyes at the fiery swarm on his feet and steered his gleaming gaze toward the pale moonlight, radiated its breezy light.

Afterward, the blazing swarm transpired into the human-sized scorching furnace and devoured every trace of Sparror's armored presence. The furnace instantly disseminated into a complete speck of dust The Flaming Hero's limbs were no longer visible, heading into the next objective.

Another few hours passed, the early-dawn fresh orange sunlight broadly arose throughout the sky scenery of Neo Tokyo, especially after the tragedy of Yurika's concert ended. Chilling winds gushed out on most of the rooftops of the resting houses, filled with citizens still taking a deep slumber.

Yuna's rented house was also one of the restful eyes, receiving the warmful touch of the early dawn wind on the rooftop. Inside the rented house, both Sparror who already maintained his human form, Hatoshi, and his close partner, Yuna were fully awakened from their slumbers as they initiated their own separate activity

The schoolgirl commenced her joyful cooking time by neatly stirring chicken that dampened inside the flavourful curry as she closed her eyes in delicacy. While Hatoshi swiftly traced the left side hood of the person becoming his current artwork within the paper, broadening his cautious furrow

"So…how do you feel right now after this recent incident, Hatoshi?" Yuna asked, briskly pressing the middle button on her stove and disseminating the neon flames below her pan due to her cooking process reaching the finished phase.

Hatoshi reluctantly gasped as he put down the drawing pen and replied bluntly, "I indeed felt guilty and regret not saving her.

"But at the same time, I still felt wanted to stop the criminal and bring him justice for her," Hatoshi said with a stern voice, clenching his left fist before he leaned his back onto the wooden chair.

An impressed giggle was released from Yuna's throat when she waved down the chicken fur on each of the empty plates. Then, the schoolgirl put the steaming pan in the dishwasher beside her right and picked up both of the plates as she headed forward to the diner's table, serving the tasty breakfast with Hatoshi inhaled the smell and licked his lips.

"Good to hear that, Hatoshi," Yuna replied joyously, placing both of the hot plates onto him and her side on his left especially with her sitting on the wooden chair beside her close partner.

"I think it's a huge improvement for your heroic performance too since you can move on from the recent incident very well." Yuna praised, exposing her smile of gladness toward her close partner who soothingly nodded.

Then, Hatoshi sheepishly shook his head and said, "I think it's more a half of the improvement as a hero."

"Because well…I still visit your house after this incident." Hatoshi spoke heartily.

"For making myself more relaxed…I guess." Hatoshi added, scratching the back of his head.

Yuna groaned and countered, "Don't think like that, Hatoshi. It's a normal thing for heroes to visit their loved ones like this."

However, an uninvited interruption of the conversation commenced as Hatoshi imminently held his head and began to constantly cry out his high-pitched tormented scream, feeling his brain was electrocuted. The schoolgirl painted her winced lips in staggering worriedness, heaving her shocked furrow.

"Morning, Demon Lord!" The echoing voice of the stern old man arose within Hatoshi's ears, ending the torment as his brain instantly didn't grasp any pain of electrocution, retreating both of his arms and frowning in utter confusion.

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