Just when Jack thought things couldn't get any worse, the atmosphere trembled as a new wave of demons appeared.
Leading them was a woman with red skin and long raven hair that cascaded down her back. On her back was a long greatsword wrapped in cloth, as if the world was not worthy to see its blade.
Beside her was a youth with white hair. It was none other than Hendrix. His laid-back posture didn't match the sharp glint in his eyes.
Behind them surged an entire army of demons and members of the Flaming Rose—hundreds upon hundreds flooding the narrow path as if summoned from some dark hole itself.
Jack's grip tightened on his lightning odachi, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Tch, just great. More of them."
He cast a quick glance at Akira, who had already shifted into a guarded stance, her eyes calmly observing the new arrivals.
