Hunter breathed heavily.
Despite the chilly wind, he felt hot all over.
The heat came from the flames surrounding this barren, broken world.
The flames of war.
All around him, the world crumbled to pieces as the flames of battle waxed greater and greater, with both human and Devil seemingly having lost themselves in the madness of slaughter and carnage.
And it was only getting worse.
He himself had cut a bloody path through the Devil Army. For every Devil life he took, it was as though he lost a pound of flesh and fur, bleeding even more until he was completely exhausted and at the brink of death.
Luckily, the vitality provided by his physique was not going to let him have his rest just yet.
At the moment, he had turned into a giant, lumbering wolf-like, man-like, somewhere between but not quite hybrid creature.
At his feet were the remains of a terrible {Greater Flame Devil}.
