"What was going on?"
He suddenly saw those powers collapse before they even arrived.
The massive tide of thorns abruptly disintegrated, turning into tainted blood and evaporating directly.
The colossal beast also stopped attacking.
Time and space seemed to congeal at that very moment.
Colin froze for a moment, but in the next second, he immediately realized something and looked behind him.
An immense, sacred aura radiated from behind him.
He saw one of the Little Girl's hands gripping the Sacred Thorn Sword, which Sin Blade had already transformed into.
The chains on her back had vanished at some point. Her front was stained red with blood, her pale hair drifted upward, and a black thorn halo like that of an angel hovered above her head.
The Little Girl—no, Colin suddenly noticed that she seemed to have grown considerably. She was no longer appearing in the form of a ghost, nor did she look like a little girl anymore.
She stood even taller than Shana, seemingly draped in an elaborate, dreamlike black illusory gown.
A pair of slender legs extended from beneath her dress, smooth and delicate, entwined with blood-red thorns. The thorns pierced her skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the ground.
Some distant figure seemed to overlap with the Little Girl's appearance.
At that moment, Colin suddenly heard the much-grown girl speak in a voice as holy as an angel's:
"Let me do it, Colin, Big Brother. Leave everything to me."
"Be careful."
Colin glanced at her. In the end, he said nothing more, merely nodded and stepped back to mend his injuries.
During the battle, his body had accumulated a great number of contaminated, malformed tumors. He had only temporarily suppressed them all, preventing them from erupting.
But they truly needed to be dealt with.
Now that