The Reaper's Blade

“Are you crazy? You want us all to die and be annihilated together - “

[That won’t happen.]

A static-filled afterimage. The Reaper of section 5 disappeared from their spot in the blink of an eye, as if causing an error in the physical laws of the world.

[Only you need to die.]

The distance of several meters converged to zero. The pitch-black blade extending from the Reaper’s arm scratched the face of Lieutenant Colonel Hares as he hastily twisted his body.

Actions spoke louder than words.

To eliminate any group, taking care of its head first was the best method.

Slash.

The sunglasses split in half, and the prosthetic eye embedded inside the scarred orbit shattered and burst, spewing vitreous fluid.

A gruesome blood-red light flashed from the single remaining lens of Lieutenant Colonel Hares as he stepped back...