Elsa imagined that Maeve must have been locked in a bitter fight.
She had sparred with Maeve before. Maeve's long-haired form had unremarkable offensive power, but her survivability was terrifying.
Elsa had failed to control her strength on her first attack and had nearly crushed one of Maeve's arms to pulp.
But when she hurriedly released her nightmare form and ran over to check on her, she found that Maeve had already mostly recovered.
A limb that had been completely ruined had mostly recovered in just a few breaths!
Maeve's regenerative ability was that extraordinary.
And that was not all. The damage Maeve took was also greatly reduced.
Sharp weapons that cut into her body would be trapped by her writhing muscles, and her wounds would stop bleeding on their own.
Blunt weapons struck her as though striking a mass of sticky glue. Her flesh and bones were extremely resilient, dispersing most of the force.
Unless she was killed instantly, Maeve's endurance was simply terrifying.
Thus, Elsa had thought Maeve must have been holding off the other Genesis School cultists, desperately awaiting her support.
Or perhaps the cultists had been so weak that Maeve had swept through them all herself. That was also somewhat possible.
After all, Maeve was only a step away from middle rank.
At worst, if she encountered a powerful enemy, Maeve could use her ability to become invisible in the shadows to escape, hiding wherever she could to stay alive.
Elsa had thought she had considered every possibility and would not be surprised by anything, but she still froze when she saw the scene inside the room.
Large masses of flesh were everywhere inside, and Elsa could recognize them as the Genesis School cultists.
They surrounded Maeve, occasionally tearing off pieces of her flesh and swallowing