"Head. Head. Head."
The Head Hunter repeatedly said in its emotionless, bellowing voice as it walked forward, causing Yeong-Un's boots to slide back through the shallow depths of the Blood Swamp.
"...Ngh…!!!"
It was obvious what sort of state Yeong-Un's body was in by one glance; he was covered in cuts and bruises as blood seeped down his forehead from an unseen gash on his scalp.
Yet, he possessed the same, unflinching vigor as always, pushing himself to the brink while Sol looked on in horror.
"...I'm not stoppin'! Not ever! Not until…we reach a good endin'!" Yeong-Un proclaimed.
With that proclamation, said from the depths of his being, to nobody in particular but to bolster himself, Yeong-Un dug his boots into the brittle soil in the swamp, doing his best to push back against the overwhelming strength of the devil.
"Head! Head! Head!"