Will You Kill Me?

Before Yui came crashing down from the heavens, unconscious...

She and the angel were locked in a clash so violent, so awe-inspiring, that it tore the clouds above asunder, ripping the sky into fragments like torn parchment under divine fury.

Their movements were incomprehensible.

One moment they were visible—blades colliding in a flash of brilliance—and the next, gone in a blur, leaving behind sonic echoes and gusts that howled like screams from the heavens.

They soared up, dived down, then clashed again with unstoppable rhythm, like a chaotic waltz of destruction performed mid-air.

Over and over, without pause.

Neither side willing to relent.

Yui's eyes locked unwaveringly on the angel before her, that ever-so-smug grin glued to her face like a permanent scar.

Not even once had that smug, mocking smile left her lips—not in the face of pressure, nor pain, nor divine punishment.

The angel gritted her teeth.