The Black Fox finally gets out of his way and lets the half-demons enjoy each other's company as their "nutrient" . The half-beast says that he needs to wait for the fox to let him enjoy him as his "nutrient," but that the fox hasn't yet let him down. He says that the blood of the black fox has lost its vitality in the last few centuries, and the vessel has become "blunt" as well. The stronger the blood, the more "destructive" it is. It must be the fox who created the illusion of power in the first place. The black fox says that if he doesn't kill the fox now, he'll kill him later. He'll cut off all of the beast's limbs. The smell of the rotting flesh is so strong that it distorts the illusion. He can't help but feel sorry for the beast.