"Long time no see, old friend. Are you excited?"
Yang Yan spoke softly to the long sword he had drawn, gently caressing the blade with his fingers.
Then, he slowly raised his head and said aloud to the air opposite him:
"This sword is called Asura. I don't know if you've heard of its fame. However, you're lucky to see its splendor at least once before you die."
As the last syllable dropped, Yang Yan suddenly swung the sword forward.
A heart-wrenching scream pierced through the rainstorm. The man, who had vanished, appeared before Yang Yan once again.
There was a long wound slashing downward across his left chest, with the flesh still turning outward.
"You... are Moonlight?"
Ignoring the wound on his body, the man stared at Yang Yan in shock, and spoke with difficulty.
"Yes! Unfortunately, you've realized it too late."
Yang Yan nodded lightly, responding indifferently.
"No injustice in dying, daring to strike against Moonlight, we die without grievance!"