Angel herself was somewhat surprised that she had so easily dispatched Clarice, the Black Witch, in the cramped Mirror World without drawing on the status of the City of Calamity, revealing her complete mythical creature form, or even using any convenient charms.
But when she considered that this had been a Sequence 2 angel fighting a Sequence 3 saint—and an internal battle between Demonesses, whose higher Sequences exerted tremendous suppression over the lower ones—she felt reassured.
"Still, it feels like she didn't resist with all her strength. Did she realize I couldn't stop her from resurrecting through her Mirror Person, and decide to throw in the towel since I'd also promised not to kill Sevillea?"
Describing Clarice's mindset with a newly learned Chinese "idiom," Angel left the Mirror World and returned to the bedroom. To her surprise, although she had held back to keep the battle from spilling into reality and attracting official Beyonders' attention, the power of petrification had still leaked through the mirror, turning the walls, floor, and much of the furniture into stone. It was as though she had stepped into a cave dweller's home.
And that cave dweller was staring blankly at her, her lips moving as she squeezed out a few words:
"Where's my mother?"
"She's dead. She lost in the clash between petrification and curses. Her corpse turned to stone, then exploded into five or eight pieces and fell into the depths of the Mirror World, disappearing."
Angel answered with an indifferent expression.
She was not teasing her. She genuinely had not managed to see how many pieces Clarice's corpse had broken into before they rapidly faded and vanished, leaving only tiny crystalline fragments, just like the Mirror Substitutions Demonesses ordinarily used.
But Angel was certain that her opponent had not had time to