Just then, the corpse of a beheaded wizard suddenly turned into dirt, and a figure on the other side abruptly burrowed up out of the ground.
Sophie really wasn't dead after all. The moment he appeared, he held up a doll in his hand. He wiped a hand across his bleeding neck, smeared the blood onto the doll, then pointed it at Murphy.
Murphy sensed something was wrong and instantly blinked in front of him, ready to cut off his head with one stroke, but Sophie was a little faster. He slapped the doll against himself.
Thud!
Murphy seemed to hear a beat of a heart. Immediately after, his body suddenly froze where he stood.
Across from him, Sophie Christian was likewise standing there rigid and motionless.
The two of them stared at each other from less than a meter apart, but both seemed to have been hit by a Petrification Spell, unable to move so much as a finger.
Murphy even felt as if he couldn't mobilize his own magic at all, and the same seemed true for the man opposite him. In Murphy's magical vision, the magic in Sophie Christian's body was like a stagnant pool.
A curse?
This curse had activated much faster than Alexei's curse, and it didn't seem to have as many preparatory steps either. But perhaps precisely because of that, its side effect was that the curse caster was also "frozen" along with the target.
That was probably why Sophie hadn't used this curse from the start.
But now, in Sophie's eyes, he undoubtedly held the advantage.
After all, this was Duke Ivan's estate. Other than Murphy, everyone here was on his side. Even the soldiers lying on the ground weren't completely incapacitated. As long as even one of them stood up, they could