Pop!
The skull, over three meters tall and almost solid, burst apart.
There was no earth-shaking crash.
Just that soft little sound.
It was like a soap bubble floating up into the sunlight.
The moment it rose, it was destined to vanish.
The member of the Death Poetry Society who had completed the ghoul ritual collapsed with a wail. The body that could withstand a direct blast from the Little Emperor Cannon rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye.
More importantly, the Chief Swordswoman even saw pleading in the Death Poetry Society member's eyes.
Pleading?
How was that possible?!
How could those death-seeking lunatics from the Death Poetry Society plead when faced with death?
The Chief Swordswoman stood there, beginning to wonder whether she had seen wrong.
Beside her, Malinda nearly lost her composure too.
The lady raised a hand just in time to steady the pipe that had almost fallen from her mouth.
She stared blankly at Arthur in midair.
She knew Arthur was powerful.
He came from the Black Cat Faction.
He was the current Black Cat.
He had remained hidden for years.
Any one of those facts would have been enough to mark someone as powerful.
But Malinda had never expected Arthur to be this powerful.
How could such a casual gesture of his finger hold so much power?
More importantly, she had never even heard of a similar mystic art!
That left only one possibility-
Was this a mystic art of the Creados family?
Besides their swordsmanship, steeped in pure killing intent and death, had they actually created such a powerful, silent mystic art?
What a terrifying family the Creados were!
Malinda could not help thinking.
Similar thoughts arose in the Chief Swordswoman's mind beside her.
From midair, Arthur caught both their expressions at