The orange glow of the setting sun stretched across the sky, casting long shadows over Gilikan Town.
Javier stood in the open field near the southern gate, his gaze lifted toward the sky.
"Sunset already, huh…"
A faint grin curled at the edge of his lips.
He reached down slowly, pulling the oni mask back over his face.
Mana surged beneath his skin—subtle, focused.
The air around him shifted.
Quiet tension built as he stepped forward and entered his stance once more.
A flawless samurai form, legs braced, left hand firm on the sheath, right hand hovering over the hilt.
The wind fluttered the hem of his black-red armor.
His voice echoed behind the mask, deep and slow:
"Sunset's is the hour for demons to rise."
He slowly drew the blade, metal sliding from the sheath with a whisper of steel.
But then, a blast of mana screamed from the sky above.
A long-range spell. High-speed. Precision-type.
