A scythe was
brought up,

I wasn't exactly
moving my own body.

It was like it was programmed
into me--

and I was being moved,

feeling the actions.

I lifted the black blade--
and ran forward, 

with a spin in my arms
I wasn't trained to have,
I sliced through
the werewolf's torso,
leaving blood and shredded flesh
in my wake.

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『DREAM-EATER』

takes 800p damage!

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That was more damage
than they gave me!

The understanding made me euphoric.

That's right-- I'm weak,
but my character was strong.

I twisted on the 
balls of my feet,

turning to face my opponent
with a smile
that already forgot
the pain from before.

But there the werewolf was

on the ground,
writhing in agony.

Agony that burned and
flared in
a black smoke 
that rose from his wounds.

I couldn't
hear anything from him,
but I was sure

that he was screaming.

I turned to my hands,
to the weight of the
scythe that
drooped in my palms--

My clothes had white gloves--
but now they were red.

My dress was an elegant
deep shade of purple--

Now it was a damp,

almost cold,
shade of death.

The blood that splashed
over my body
felt a little warm.

It was like the realization
engulfed my entire being,
and a sick taste of bile rose in my throat.

A shaking, mad fear overwhelmed me,
and I wanted to throw the scythe away.

Now,
I was screaming.