The Battlelord's remains, along with the Vendreads that surrounded him, began to transform...


They all began to take on the form of the woman that the Slayer had cherished in his previous life.
With that single touch of the locket, the core had sensed the remaining dregs of the Slayer's love, and sought to destroy his morale with it.

The Slayer froze. Was this a dream?

No. This was no dream.

He shook his head, trying to remind himself that the love of his life was already gone.

This was a nightmare trying to ensnare him!

He balled his fists in anger. How dare these scum disgrace the memory of his beloved!?


As his burning rage surged and finally exploded, he found himself transforming int a new form with stronger powers-- he had become the "Revendread Executor".

Fueled only by his scorching hatred, "Revendread Executor" swooped through the horde and cut down the false figures of his beloved, one after another.
He had been fighting his foe for day that could no longer be counted, all alone. --And after absorbing "Vendread Battlelord", his grudge only grew bigger with his Vendread powers.

It was barely being kept in balance with his human heart. His mind and body had already been pushed past their limits. It was already a miracle that he was able to exist with both life and death in one vessel.

It didn't matter anymore if what remained of his humanity faded, or if his body fell apart. Nothing could stop him now.

All he had on his mind was to fight, and fight, and fight. He threw everything he had into this single desire.

Then... At long last, the Vendread horde moved no more. The battle had finally come to a close.