Bzz!
Amid a distinctive hum, Pale Sword Aura descended from the sky and plunged into the ground.
Caught within the sword energy, "Scorching Wind" Greta stared blankly at the night sky. Before the horror in her eyes could fade, a crimson line extended from the top of her head to her brow, then traveled all the way down, until finally-
Crack!
She split in two.
Her corpse hit the ground hard amid the sound of spraying blood.
Amuel stared at the scene, dumbfounded.
Then the woman from Talin instinctively looked up at the night sky.
She wanted to find the Medium.
But there was nothing at all in the pitch-black sky.
Has Lord Credos left?
The woman from Talin wondered inwardly, but aloud, she cried out.
"Thank you, Lord Credos! Your radiance illuminates my soul, letting me feel a warmth I have never known before. Within this warmth, I shall surely be reborn. My admiration for you is like an endless, surging river..."
Some five hundred words of praise poured from the woman from Talin's mouth.
Beside her, the newly awakened Blood Descendant swept a contemptuous glance over her, flexed his fully recovered right hand, and began thinking rapidly.
My recovery is even faster than I imagined!
My strength and speed are greater than I imagined, too!
But my techniques...
The newly awakened Blood Descendant had little more to say about "Scorching Wind" Greta, who had sought death and found it.
To him, she was nothing more than a fool who had lost herself in her own power.
Still, he agreed with some of what she had said.
As a newly awakened Blood Descendant, he possessed strength, speed, and recovery far beyond those of ordinary people, but lacked the techniques to match.
Immediately, he thought of his "father."
He hoped