The trio clashed with the demons, their onslaught relentless as they fought to save as many survivors as possible. However, the demons seemed to multiply, their numbers unending.
"Fireball!" Nara shouted, unleashing a massive fireball that incinerated the demons in its path.
Nara's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with exhaustion. "These things just won't stop coming," he muttered, as another wave of demons emerged.
He had already rescued all the survivors in his wing, and now his focus was on fighting off the demons. With a battle cry, Nara charged forward, his fists erupting with flames as he exploded the demons.
"Hell flame burst!" he exclaimed, his fist connecting with a demon's torso and sending it flying into the air in a massive explosion.
Despite his valiant efforts, the demons continued to appear, their numbers seemingly endless.
Meanwhile, Hina stood in the hallway, holding the hand of an elderly woman. However, her path was blocked by a horde of demons.
"Stay here, ma'am," Hina said, her face etched with tension. "I'll be done in a jiffy."
The old woman nodded, her eyes filled with fear, but also a hint of determination.
"Sword sorcery..." Hina whispered, as she charged forward, her katana elongating and dripping with a dark substance.
"Death cleaver!" she declared, stamping her foot on the ground and swinging her sword horizontally. The blade sliced through the demons' waists, cutting them down with a cataclysmic impact.
Hina plunged forward, her sword overhead, and landed a massive strike on the ground. An invisible slash appeared, cutting through the ground and slashing through the demons in a bloody impact.
The hallway was suddenly clear, and Hina rushed back to the old woman, grabbing her hands and pulling her to safety.
"You're safe..." Hina began, but her words trailed off as her eyes widened in horror. A massive horde of demons had appeared in the station, their numbers stretching as far as the eye could see.
"What the?" Hina exclaimed, her mind racing with the implications.
Just then, a spark of light flickered in the distance, and a demon's body exploded. Nara leapt from the midst of the horde, landing beside Hina with a fierce determination etched on his face.
"They just won't stop coming," Nara growled, his gaze fixed on the demons.
"Where did they even come from?" Hina asked, her face etched with confusion.
"I guess we'll just keep fighting until they give," Nara replied, his voice unwavering.
Hina glanced at Nara, her expression softening slightly. Despite their differences, she admired his unyielding willpower.
"Yeah," she replied, her voice firm.
"Here we go!" Nara shouted, dashing forward with flames erupting from his body as he clashed with the demons.
Hina wanted to join the fight, but she couldn't leave the old woman behind. So, she took a defensive stance, her katana flashing in the dim light as she weaved through the demons' attacks, severing their hands and heads with deadly precision.
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Meanwhile, Code was searching for any sign of the missing girl. He had scoured every room, every corner, but found nothing.
A glimmer of doubt crept into his mind, but he pushed it aside, his determination to save the girl burning brighter than ever.
"I'll save her," he whispered, his heart pounding with resolve.
Code ran down the long hallway, arriving at a dimly lit corridor to the right. The air grew thick with an eerie silence, and the shadows seemed to writhe like living things.
His heart skipped a beat as he hesitated, his conscience screaming at him to turn back. The corridor seemed to stretch on forever, the darkness pulsing with an otherworldly energy.
But he steeled himself and pressed on, driven by his determination to find the girl. Every step echoed through the corridor, making it seem like he was being watched.
The silence was oppressive, and Code's senses were on high alert.
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Hina and Nara were already running on fumes, their movements slowing as they struggled to battle the endless horde. Hina was having a hard time fighting and protecting the old woman at the same time.
"Crimson burst!" Nara shouted, unleashing a wave of flames that engulfed the demons. However, the flames were weak, and the demons surged through them like a tidal wave.
"Argh argh," Nara's breathing grew ragged, his eyes blurring from the effects of overexertion. But he refused to give up, hurling his flames at the demons with a determination that bordered on desperation.
Hina quickly glanced at Nara, noticing his movements had become slower and more labored. She wanted to help, but she had her own problems to deal with.
"Dark crescent slash!" she exclaimed, unleashing a powerful slash that cut through the demons' heads. However, she was also getting tired, her movements becoming slower and more staggered.
The demons began to overpower the duo, surrounding them and throwing their fists from all directions. It seemed like things were about to take a turn for the worse.
Just when all hope seemed lost, a low rumble began to build in intensity, growing louder and more prominent. Nara and Hina exchanged a glance, their eyes widening as they realized what was causing the sound.
The train.
The train screeched to a halt, and the door opened with a loud swish. People stumbled out, their eyes wide with horror as they took in the hordes of demons. Some covered their mouths in shock, while others screamed and ran for cover.
"What's going on?" someone screamed, their voice piercing the chaos.
Just as despair set in, a booming voice echoed from the train, causing everyone to pause and look back.
"Wonderful!" The voice exclaimed again, a strong bass voice with deep tones. A man emerged from the train, his scattered black hair flung across his face, his white ruffled shirt threatening to tear apart. His sunglasses glinted in the light, reflecting his surprisingly grinning face. His eyes sparkled with a manic energy, and his smile seemed to split his face in two.
The passengers stared at this man, their faces etched with confusion. "Who's he?" someone whispered, their voice barely audible over the din.
The man's eyes locked onto the demons, and his grin grew wider. He walked towards the exit, oblivious to the whispers. His black shoes clicked on the ground, and his movements seemed almost... theatrical.
As he stepped out of the train, the people gasped in surprise. "May his soul rest in peace," someone whispered, laced with pity.
The man paused at the exit, then struck a pose, his arms spread wide and his head tilted back, looking like a parody of a divine being. His chest heaved with excitement, and his eyes seemed to gleam with a madcap energy.
"All you demons!" He exclaimed, his voice echoing throughout the station. The demons stopped moving, and Hina and Nara shifted their gazes to the source of the sound. Their faces turned dark, etched with worry.
"This couldn't get any worse," they sighed in unison.
The man's grin widened as he grabbed everyone's attention. "Bow before Me, the great Ken!" He exclaimed, his voice dripping with drama.
Almost simultaneously, the passengers burst into laughter. "Who's this guy?" someone exclaimed, their voice hoarse from screaming.
"He's totally drunk!" Another voice said, mocking. The laughter echoed loudly, as Hina and Nara shook their heads.
"Good grief," they sighed in unison.
As the people laughed, a little girl forced her way through the crowd, walking to the exit. She wore a black coat that billowed behind her, and her bright blue hair resonated with her deep blue eyes. Her eyes seemed to gleam with an inner light, and her features were chiseled and refined. She seemed to carry something behind her, and her legs clanked with whatever it was, which seemed to be wrapped in a white cloth.
Her gaze swept the scene, taking in the demons, the train, and the laughing passengers. Her expression was calm and collected, but her eyes seemed to hold a hint of curiosity.
She stood beside Ken, who was still frozen in his dramatic pose, his eyes fixed intently on the demons. The air was electric with tension as the demons began to close in, their twisted faces contorted in cruel grins.
"Oi Alpha," Ken whispered, his voice dripping with malevolence, his gaze never wavering from the demons. "You ready for this?"
Alpha nodded curtly, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Born ready, Ken."
Ken's grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with an unholy intensity. "Ya seeing what I'm seeing?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
Alpha's gaze snapped back to Ken, and she nodded again. "Yeah, I see it. Let's do this."
With a flourish, Alpha unsheathed the massive dual swords strapped to her back, revealing their razor-sharp edges lined with a fiery red glow. The swords, known as the "Kuro-Kaze", were a masterpiece of craftsmanship, their curved blades gleaming with a dark, polished finish that seemed to absorb the light around them. The hilts were intricately designed with a latticework of silver and gold, adorned with small, glittering tenzen orbs that seemed to dance in the light. The blades themselves were forged from a mysterious metal known as "Dusksteel", said to be able to cut through even the strongest defenses.
Ken's eyes locked onto the swords, and he chuckled, the sound sending shivers down the spines of the watching crowd. "There's nothing better than this!" he declared, his voice dripping with anticipation.
"A welcoming party, huh?" Alpha said, her voice husky with excitement.
Ken sneered, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. "Yeah, and we're the guests of honor."
Alpha handed Ken the swords, and he grasped them with both hands. The air around him seemed to ripple and distort as his tenzen aura surged forth, covering him and the swords from head to toe.
The ground beneath him cracked and shattered as he bent into a fighting stance, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Let's give them a show they'll never forget," Ken roared, charging forward.
Then suddenly, demons surrounded him, but Ken was a one-man army, cutting through them with ease. His swords sliced through the air with a deadly whoosh, sending heads flying and bodies crashing to the ground.
Alpha watched in awe as Ken danced through the demons, his movements fluid and deadly. "You're a monster, Ken," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ken's laughter echoed through the station, his grin still plastered on his face. "I'm just getting started," he exclaimed, dashing forward with renewed intensity.
The demons kept coming, but Ken kept cutting, his onslaught relentless. He leapt and spun, his swords flashing in the light, cutting down anyone who dared to get close.
As the battle raged on, Ken's movements became faster and more precise, his swords slicing through the demons with ease. The crowd watched in horror, their mouths agape as they saw nothing but a blur of steel and blood.
"What kind of aura is this?" Someone exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear.
Ken's battle cry echoed through the station, his swords gleaming with blood as he tore through the demons. "Oi, Oi, Oi!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
"Is this all you've got?" he taunted, his eyes flashing with excitement. The demons kept coming, but Ken kept cutting, his onslaught relentless.
Then, in a flash of movement, Ken leapt into the air, his swords dripping with blood. His eyes turned ominous, his gaze piercing, as he exhaled deeply.
To the people, he looked like he was floating in mid-air, his presence imposing and terrifying. "Dual Sword Sorcery..." he whispered, his tenzen aura surging to new heights.
His laughter became louder, his teeth bulging out like fangs. "Massacre!" he exclaimed, and in that instant, he disappeared, landing on the ground with a sickening thud that sent vibrations through the floor.
As his legs touched the ground, a massive slash emanated from his tenzen, tearing through the air and forming a circular blade of wind around him. The demons ran aimlessly towards him, but before they could touch him, the wind blade spun through the air, slashing them into pieces.
Their bodies exploded, and tore apart in a shower of blood and gore, as the ground shattered in the sheer impact of the slash.
The station fell silent, the only sound the heavy breathing of the crowd.
The crowd's eyes widened in awe as they took in the carnage before them. The sheer scale of the destruction was breathtaking, with bodies scattered everywhere, some of them torn apart by Ken's deadly swords. And at the center of it all, Ken stood tall, his eyes blazing with intensity, his grin a fierce and savage thing that seemed to split his face in two.
His chest heaved with exertion, his breathing heavy and labored, but his eyes sparkled with a manic energy, as if he was still fueled by the battle. The air around him seemed to vibrate with tension, as if the very atmosphere itself was charged with the power of his tenzen aura.
Alpha approached him cautiously, her eyes fixed on the carnage around them. "Ken, you...you're insane," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing.
Ken's grin faltered for a moment, and he looked around at the bodies scattered before him. His eyes narrowed in disappointment, and he let out a deep sigh.
"Is that all?" he asked, his voice laced with disdain. "They're all dead already?"
Alpha's eyes widened in surprise, unsure of how to respond to Ken's reaction. "Uh, yeah...I think so," she stammered.
Ken's eyes scanned the area, as if searching for something more to destroy. "I was hoping for a bit more...resistance," he muttered, his voice dripping with disappointment.
The crowd watched in stunned silence, unsure of what to make of the scene before them. Some of them looked on in horror, while others seemed to be mesmerized by the sheer scale of the destruction. And Ken, still grinning from ear to ear, stood at the center of it all, his eyes blazing with an unholy intensity that seemed to draw them all in.
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