Muzan's P.O.V
Heather.
She was right in front of me.
Her blue eyes, Blue hair,her light blue nails and her grey coloured dress.
She looked like a warrior.
Just like my dad told me.
The butterflies were surrounding her, maybe they were here to help her?
I indeed were here to kill her just to save my own world.
I could feel her feeling the same sensation like me.
It felt like an old connection with her.
I took out my sword.
So did she.
Our first move wasn't something I expected it to be.
Her sword nearly cut off my neck but I fight it off.
She was really powerful and I could feel it.
Our muscles were cracking just the same way our swords were.
With the second move I were beneath her and her sword was beneath my chin.
The poison was already getting out of my neck.
I wasn't feeling the pain but I hate the feeling of being hostage.
I used my will and the vice versa happened.
The cut I made was deeper than the cut she designed on my neck.
I made it deep enough to left her unstable
I knew it was enough for her to lost consciousness.
Indeed it happened.
I knew if I won't do anything then the butterflies would help her in regaining her consciousness.
So, I spelled them.
Instead they helped me taking her off to my palace.
