The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound

When you look into 'it', 'it' looks into you.

Those who hunt 'it' must be careful not to become 'it' themselves.

Beyond the veil of good and evil, on the fringes, far beyond the bounds of human thought, the "It"'s are sprouting up toward this side.

-『Notes of an Old Nameless Demon Hunter』 (This is the last record found in his corpse's arms) –

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'...!'

Vikir opened his eyes in the darkness.

There was no body. Only the severed head remains, floating in the air.

Vikir smiled bitterly.

'So it is. Was I dreaming?'

A brief dream, the moment his head was cut off.