Klein immediately stirred his spirituality and poured it into the dark gold Sunbird Brooch, bringing a clear, pure beam of warm light down on Maric.
Although Maric, as a Zombie, suffered some damage as well, he thankfully broke free of Steve's control. He kicked Jason hard in the chest, sending him screaming toward the entrance of the gate. Only by desperately clutching its edge did Jason keep himself from being dragged inside.
"Save me!"
He shouted with difficulty.
Werewolf Tiel immediately sprinted over, but just then, a Purification Bullet glowing with golden light struck Jason squarely in the forehead-the hit itself was not fatal, but the tremendous impact carried by the bullet was the last straw.
"No!!"
The next second, Jason was dragged into the bronze gate and vanished completely.
"Damn it!!!"
Wraith Steve's expression changed drastically. He had never expected that, mere minutes into the fight, his side would not only inexplicably lose the Scarlet Lunar Corona but also lose Zombie Jason. With only him and Werewolf Tiel left, victory would likely be difficult!
He hurriedly retreated, tilted his head back, and let out a shriek.
"Hmph! Useless fools."
Several hundred meters from the Warehouse Borough, a figure rapidly took shape in midair.
The figure wore a Black Clerical Robe and a black glove on his left hand. His face was gaunt, his skin brownish, and his eyes as sunken as a mummy's. His beard was black at the roots and white at the ends, extending from both sides of his mouth to his ears. He was Zatwen, the Rose School Half-God responsible for hunting down Sharron and her companion.
He stepped forward and was about to go help when a voice came from behind him. "Why are you getting involved in a children's fight?"
Zatwen turned around and