Murich saw that the furious Agu had begun unleashing equally violent Witchcraft, but his expression didn't change in the slightest. He lightly tossed the head he was holding, sending the still-bleeding head into Agu's arms.
"There's no need to be so angry, Mr. Agu. This woman isn't your daughter."
Fiona's head struck Agu, scattering the Magic Power he had been building up. He staggered, nearly falling, but still held tightly to his daughter's head, unwilling to let it touch the ground and get dirty.
Murich's calm words made the rage in Agu's heart falter, caught in his chest and leaving him stifled, as if he might cough up blood and burst at any moment.
"You... huff... what do you mean?" Agu's chest heaved violently.
"Exactly what I said." Murich bent down and lifted the limp body from the floor, cradling it as if he were holding his lover.
"She isn't your daughter. Your Fiona was killed when she was fifteen. The Fiona you see now is actually just like you..."
"...a Faceless One."
Agu's legs gave way, and he fell straight to his knees. He stared wide-eyed at Murich, who looked utterly calm, his mind already in chaos.
Murich lifted his chin. "Take another good look at the head in your hands."
Agu slowly lowered his gaze, only to discover that the head in his hands had somehow lost its features.
The head was smooth and featureless, and even the hair had naturally fallen away. In the end, all Agu held was a ball of flesh that still carried the warmth of a living body.
If not for the unchanged wound on its neck, no one could have guessed what the ball of flesh had to do with the head he'd been holding moments ago.
But Agu knew very well