Watching Klein, his body radiating cold, stop breathing as his heart ceased to beat and he went limp in her arms, Angel felt a pang in her heart, even though she knew he would revive shortly.
Especially since she had caused all of this with her own hands.
She gently laid Klein on the ground, his face drained of color and his body growing cold and stiff. Using the power of frost, Angel lowered the temperature of his remains further, almost to the point of freezing them, then picked up the fallen lantern beside her and returned to the mill's basement.
Compared with her first visit over half a year ago, the bloody smell here had completely dissipated, replaced by the stench of decay caused by the lack of ventilation. Several rats scurried through the metal pipes connecting the basement to the mill above, only to turn into grayish-white stones as they approached the basement, completely blocking the passages.
After dealing with them, Angel held out her free hand and watched dark red blood seep from her smooth palm. It turned into tiny, gemlike particles that drifted toward different parts of the basement on their own, settling on the floor to form complex runes and patterns.
As this blood belonging to a true mythical creature left her body, the moss-covered stone walls around the basement turned grayish-white and hard under the influence of the escaping power, despite Angel deliberately restraining her strength. The dark green moss died, becoming part of the stone walls.
So this was a Sequence 2 angel. Even a single drop of blood carried divinity and could wreak devastating destruction on its surroundings... Looking at the effects of those few drops of blood, Angel sighed inwardly. She stopped just before completing the runes, returned aboveground, and brought