"Is that so?" Ethan shook his head, then said coldly, "Figures—it's just like those lunatics... but I guess it can't be helped... Hm?!"
Mid-sentence, Ethan suddenly froze, as if he'd sensed something. His expression darkened instantly. Then—BOOM!—his Sacred Realm flared to life with a thunderous roar.
At the same time, a grotesquely twisted and oversized demonic scythe had somehow appeared—without warning—about thirty feet behind him.
Thud!
A muffled impact echoed through the air as the scythe was violently repelled by the Sacred Realm's power. But in the blink of an eye, the weapon vanished like a nightmare dissolving into the dark.
And then—
When it reappeared, it was already gripped in the massive clawed hand of a towering red Devil.
"Well, well... quick reflexes. No wonder they call you the Crimson Ultimate Hero," came a mocking, almost sing-song voice, dripping with sarcasm. "You nearly got sliced, though."
The red Devil had revealed its true form.
