"Please... kill me!"
While Nibis panted out his final wishes, a blood-colored membrane had already grown over the skeletal framework on his back, forming a pair of somewhat immature but fully intact bat wings.
The wounds on his body also began healing at a visible pace, and his weakness gradually faded.
Yet his expression grew increasingly agonized, and the madness surging in his scarlet eyes was almost beyond his control.
"Kill... me, quickly. It's about to come out."
"My life... is nearing its end, and it... will be born anew."
After half a second of silence, Cyril turned to Mistral.
The latter nodded at him with hollow eye sockets.
"Sorry for the trouble. Please use Pure White Vision to destroy Lord Nibis's body."
"After contamination by the Primordial Moon, another personality emerges within the body. Only true, complete death can free him from it."
"Otherwise, once Lord Nibis's life runs out, it will be born from his corpse and become a fanatical worshipper and follower of the Primordial Moon."
Cyril nodded slightly. Radiance gathered in his hand, condensing into a spear of utmost purity and blazing whiteness, seemingly formed from pure sunlight. Hiss!
The pure, blazing-white spear easily pierced Nibis's chest, then erupted into dazzling, scorching white light.
Everyone closed their eyes against the intense light, hearing the sound of something illusory shattering.
Guided by his spiritual intuition, Cyril seemed to see a rising red moon crack apart inch by inch, bursting with brilliant golden sunlight before swiftly being replaced by a dazzling sun.
Under that pure, brilliant, blazing light, all coldness, evil, darkness, and corruption swiftly receded.
A few breaths later, Cyril opened his eyes again and saw the dense crimson motes floating around them converge at tremendous speed, condensing into a dark-red columnar crystal that seemed illusory and