Pathetic of an excuse

The figure clad in black crawled back, looking at the grim reaper in front of him. He didn't even see what the other person looked like as he was sure that person was behind everything.

So, he tried to crawl back, but even that didn't work as a tree appeared in front of him. It was thick, and he would have to make a round to escape, which he was sure was impossible now.

He gulped and turned his head to look at the murderer of his companions. It was a young woman with a short height, neck-length black hair that danced in the air, and golden orb-like eyes. They were staring right at him.

He recognised her.

'Y-Ying Yue? The Masked Devil? How?'

How could he not recognise the person he was sent to search for? However, he clearly knew that Ying Yue was weaker than him, and even if the stories of her talent were true, he could still kill her with his companions.

'No! The intel was all wrong. This is no talent. She's a fucking real devil.'