After the Split Personality had been completely covered in ice, Cyril raised a hand and pressed it down slightly, dispelling the circles of rapidly spinning whirlwinds around him and the black smoke that had been shrouding the area.
Then he approached slowly, holding the long blade stained with patches of blood. With every step, he hit the Split Personality, lying on the floor, with another Freeze, locking him firmly to the ground.
As if sensing the danger, crimson flames kept rising from the Split Personality, frozen to the floor.
The flames surged up more and more frequently, but each time Cyril snuffed them out with a precise blast of icy-blue light.
Once he was close, Cyril gripped the long blade in both hands and swung it forward with all his strength.
Click!
Sizzle~
The sound of cracking ice and the sound of flesh being corroded rang out in quick succession. The immense pain let the Split Personality break free of the ice.
But Cyril's second slash was already coming down. With no layer of ice in the way, the blade easily pierced flesh and sank into his chest.
Black smoke, carrying a pungent smell of sulfur, spread along the blade and rapidly corroded the Split Personality's flesh.
Cyril followed up with an Electric Shock.
After a sharp snap of electricity, the Split Personality stared wide-eyed in resentment, then fell back onto the floor.
Cyril repeated the motions of pulling out his blade and slashing twice more. The Split Personality lying on the floor broke apart like a torn sheet of paper, then turned into fading colors that flowed away and vanished.
With the Split Personality's death, Cyril suddenly felt a peace and relief unlike anything he had ever experienced.
It was as if he were embracing the first ray of