"Biu~" went the sound.
A beautiful flower bloomed in the void.
This was a flower that could only bloom from living creatures—or, more accurately, from creatures whose bodies contained "blood."
Its stage name was "blood flower."
In the eyes of certain twisted individuals, this was the most beautiful flower in the world.
But this time, the "blood flower" bloomed from a great stele forged from pitch-black stone.
"Ah~ ah~" A gravel-like scream also came from atop the Black Stone Stele.
The "Disposable Flying Sword—Clue-Following" that Senior White had unleashed was lodged right in the center of the Black Stone Stele's back.
Blood kept spurting from the Black Stone Stele's back, like a shaken bottle of soda that had been stabbed.
This was a perfectly upright backstab that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Ah~ ah~ Where did this sword come from? Who shot it? Why didn't I sense it at all?" the voice on the stele cried repeatedly.
That shouldn't have happened. Normally, as long as someone locked onto it and formed the intent to attack it, it should have sensed them immediately. It had possessed this function from the moment it was created.
Wait... Right, this wasn't the Netherworld.
"Damn this world." The voice on the stele sounded as if it were gritting its teeth.
Then, a strange fluctuation came from the stele.
After sensing the fluctuation, the crows on the ruins flew over. They gripped the flying sword with their claws and beat their wings with all their might, trying to pull the "Disposable Flying Sword" from the stele.
But the Disposable Flying Sword was wedged in extremely firmly. With the strength of these crows, they had no chance of pulling it out in a short time.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." The stele screamed again and again.