Inside of a vast cornfield, Ray lay on the ground. As the winds moved away the tall plants, sunlight touched his face from time to time.
His clothes had changed into a dark robe; with the whole world knowing his true identity, there was no more point in acting like the person who knew him. From now on, only the Blood Angel existed.
No thoughts were in his head about his future, with the parasite inside of him; for now there were no safe thoughts.
"Its plan is simple: they will kill me and take my body to their planet; that's when it returns to life." He closed his eyes: "There is no way I can win a festival on my own..."
The biggest obstacle in his way was one thing: being level 4 meant he didn't have access to his main offensive capabilities, and the absence of Orcus didn't help either.
A blood eye in the north showed what the military people's plan was: "Making a tight defense, not bad. Now he should make the ground impossible to attack and fight with the upper hand."
