The silver moon hung overhead. Tonight, strangely, no eerie phenomena spread through Eternal City. The faint tentacles that appeared with the night had all vanished.
Crying Manor was even quieter. The multi-headed hounds that usually barked wildly at unfamiliar presences were all curled up in their kennels, while the timid ones whimpered softly.
A fierce gust swept past. With a bang, the large window on the eighth floor of the manor castle blew open. A figure seemed to arrive with the wind and stood on the open windowsill.
Most of the eighth floor was occupied by the bedchamber. The only route to it was this corridor, nearly six meters wide. Before the luxurious metal doors, several people led by High Priestess Ululoi stood guard.
"Impudent!"
High Priestess Ululoi flew into a rage. Nearly everything she had built over most of her life had collapsed in the battle in the Hidden City, leaving her in a state of suppressed fury. Now that she saw the culprit, there was no need to suppress it any longer. Moreover, the God Lord she worshipped was right behind her.
Suddenly, High Priestess Ululoi felt her vision twist. She felt as though she had suddenly become shorter, yet from her perception, nothing had happened.
A headless body spurted blood and toppled with a thud. Su Xiao's crystal left hand held High Priestess Ululoi's head. Baja, perched on Su Xiao's shoulder, said:
"Now that I think about it, this is our first meeting. You're too tall. My boss doesn't like people like you looking down on him."
As Su Xiao dragged High Priestess Ululoi's head along, Baja continued speaking from his shoulder. High Priestess Ululoi, reduced to a head, was not dead. Her entire face trembled wildly.
"You—you!!"
From the corner of High Priestess Ululoi's eye, she