The sudden attack interrupted the man's actions and choked back the taunt that had yet to leave his mouth.
He stared wide-eyed at the magic armament dagger protruding from his chest. His throat made hoarse choking noises, but he could not utter a single word. Blood spilled from his throat, making him cough uncontrollably.
"Lantern, go see how that Aberrant Beast is doing. If possible, subdue it first and check whether there are any survivors inside those flesh tumors."
Pulling the dagger from the enemy's back, Larkspur mercilessly kicked him to the ground, bound him with threads of mana, then directly struck several Fawo Runes onto his body, forming an Anti-Magic Technique. "I'll interrogate this one."
"Alright." Lantern nodded, propelled herself into the air with mana, and charged straight at the Pupa above.
Before long, the Aberrant Beast's roars and explosions of mana blended together. A battle had clearly begun in the sky as well.
Larkspur glanced up at the battle overhead, then lowered her head and looked at the man bound to the ground with utterly cold eyes. "Name, identity, purpose."
"Kh... kh..." Yet the man could not answer. Blood continued pouring from his throat. His mouth hung open, his eyes bulged, and he gasped desperately for air, looking as though he was about to die.
He looked pitiful, but Larkspur felt not the slightest sympathy or empathy for him. She merely watched him in silence.
Since entering this Nest, everything she had seen and learned pointed to the same fact—this man was an utterly despicable villain. Someone like him deserved no sympathy.
She continued staring silently at the man on the ground.
Several dozen seconds later, seeing that he still looked half-dead yet seemed to be struggling to survive, Larkspur spoke again. "Have you acted enough?"
Those words