That bizarre intruder was torn apart by a storm of bullets almost instantly—the mangled corpse carried by inertia over a short distance through the air before finally landing only two or three meters in front of the Zolda Black Stone and the Blonde Elf.
The gunfire stopped, and the hall fell briefly silent.
It was dead just like that? So cleanly?
"I thought it was some kind of monster impervious to blades and bullets..." a soldier from the security forces muttered. "How could it be killed with guns?"
"Don't let your guard down!" a commander-like figure quickly warned. "There's something very wrong with this intruder! You two, go check the body."
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers began cautiously dealing with the scene, while the Blonde Elf standing beside the Zolda Black Stone still looked somewhat dazed.
A slight prickling and dizziness was circling deep in her mind. Part of it was caused by her direct connection with the "Black Stone," but this bout of "aftereffects" was different from usual. Some kind of... discordant "noise" had seeped into her consciousness. When the intruder had charged over with a leaping slash just now, the noise in her mind had inexplicably grown much louder, and it still had not completely faded.
The Blonde Elf shook her head hard. Her vision would suddenly clear, then seem to be covered by layers of black gauze. Strange black threads appeared in her sight from time to time. A moment later, a sudden sense of unease jolted her fully awake.
It was the innate spiritual intuition of a high-ranking astrologer. Although she had abandoned the identity of an "astrologer" many years ago, she was still an Argraidean favored by the stars.
She abruptly lowered her head and looked at the floor, seeing only a pool of blood slowly