"Wow—"
A black-feathered, white-faced crow with crimson pupils smashed through the window, swooping into the living room of the house.
Its glossy feathers trembled, cutting through the air like knife blades, along with the splintering shards of glass.
The crow spun 360 degrees in the air, transforming in a bizarre posture into a humanoid form—a half-young boy with strange attire, a mysterious mask covering his face, and bird-like features.
The crow-boy held a long axe in one hand and a black folding fan in the other.
His eyes shone bright, like torches.
Clang!
The heavy and sharp blade of the axe fell from the sky, turning into multiple indiscernible afterimages.
It chopped through the iron chains and also cleanly bisected something neatly in half.
The momentum of the axe didn't stop; it finally crashed into the wall, emitting a dull sound and leaving behind a striking axe mark, even crushing the embedded coffin into powder.
