The flesh was severed. It was as casual and natural as cutting meat in a butcher's shop. The sensation of cutting could not be felt. It was because the formless power of voodoo magic created the Executioner’s Sword.

Despite the fact that I had never handled a sword before, I was able to wield the sword so skillfully because of the motor nerves inherent in Bossou’s power. I also remembered the movements of So Do-Jin’s blade dance that he performed against the demonic beasts at the barn, so that helped a bit.

Slice!

An eerie sound resounded through the park.

Eventually, the only things left in the area were Jun-Min’s flesh which had split into countless pieces, and Jin-Seo, who was sleeping.

"Croak. He-help me! Please...”

Jun-Min continued to scream and try to survive even though his throat had been cut off. The flesh that had fallen from his body wriggled endlessly. The demonized flesh did not lose its desire even though it was separated from its owner. The flesh moved on its own lust and was instinctively crawling toward Jin-Seo.

Crackle.

I stepped on a piece of flesh that was...