The roar from the beast vertebrates along Mahito 's body, sending dust afloat and making the mountains crumble.

The world is remade in red. The bright light from before has dimmed, now all that remains is the beast 's red, red eyes and a world in scarlet. The moon appears as though it has been dyed in the colors of blood. Staying lofty above him and the thing within the cloudless skies. The light scattered from the moon makes the world hazy and almost ethereal.

It is a bloody moon.

It is a desolate world.

Within this world, there lies a monster.

It 's a curse, yes, but it 's much more than that. It feels like

more.

It has the strength of the special grade, but none of their sanity- their intelligence.

Instead, it is warped. Twisted, Mahito would say. Its soul is the same as the curse from before. A mess of scattered fragments of a has-been and fractured soul.