Yuuta's bleeding crimson eyes remained fixed on him.
Zeri could no longer control the trembling running through his body. He had fallen backward onto the ruined street, and now he was using both hands and feet simply to drag himself away from Yuuta. His claws scraped against the broken pavement as he retreated, his golden eyes refusing to leave the figure slowly approaching him.
The aura surrounding Yuuta had become suffocating.
It wasn't merely dense anymore. The darkness covering his broken body moved restlessly, constantly twisting and folding into itself as though it couldn't maintain a stable shape. There was no trace of the dark-green aura Yuuta had used before, nor did this resemble the mysterious power that had briefly appeared during his previous attack.
This was something else.
Something unknown.
Just standing near it made Zeri feel as though death itself had noticed him.
