Torture and Kill, Steal the Kill (Continued)

After reverting to his original form, his "collapse" continued. Bit by bit, he lost his human shape, and his thoughts gradually scattered. He was slowly turning into a simple puddle of black mud!

Shadow Servants were created beings. Yet the moment he submitted to Aya's aura, his connection to his master had already been severed.

He had been abandoned by his own creator. Even his existence had been denied by his former master, and he had irreversibly begun to self-destruct.

"No... don't..."

He continued to rot away as black mud constantly fell from his body.

Aya raised one hand, and a spark fell from her fingertip. Golden flames ignited.

"Aaaaarghhh!!!"

Within the blazing fire, the shadowy figure howled miserably. Once the flames burned out, not even the black mud would remain.

Just then, a pillar of black light descended from the sky, piercing straight through the shadowy figure's head, which had already rotted beyond recognition, and killing it.

The wailing abruptly ceased. Only the golden holy flames continued to burn fiercely.

A girl holding a cross-shaped war scythe slowly descended from the sky.

She had not jumped down from a building, but floated down gradually. In other words, she had been hovering in the air with the [Flight] spell this entire time.

"My, my, that felt surprisingly awful. It was practically as disgusting as stepping in a puddle of sludge. No, that was sludge, wasn't it? How did sludge turn into a person? How interesting..." the girl murmured.

At last, the girl landed on the ground. The war scythe in her hand suddenly spun once and pointed at Aya.

"What, do you want to fight me?" Aya asked, her tone remarkably calm.

The girl tilted her head and asked in confusion, "How strange. Can you tell me why you're so