Thoughts in the Blood

Thud. Basin's kneeling sound echoed quietly. The floor was still covered in blood.

Baal's spilled blood and my own blood stained the Ground chaotically. It wasn't a pleasant sight, but Basin's eyes lingered on that pool for a while.

Seeing his eyes sink deeply, I wondered if he was thinking about something amidst the pool of blood. For example... the amount of blood we both shed to reach this end.

“...”

Of course, it was just a guess; the truth was unknown. How could I know the thoughts of a Demon?

Click. While he was doing that, we had also fully prepared. My Companions, who had been checking on me, pulled me back and stood ready with their weapons. As if cold water had been thrown on the victory-fueled atmosphere, the surroundings instantly turned grim.

Honestly, I was also on guard... but unfortunately, I couldn't prepare. The truth was, I had completely exhausted all the strength in my body clashing with Baal.

I could move somehow, but drawing mana from here again wouldn't be easy. For now, if any sudden situation arose, I'd have no choice but to leave it to my Companions.

“...Do you know something?”

As I was thinking that, Basin stood up and opened his mouth...