Tobias made his way through the underground passage with an ugly expression, struggling to avoid the pools of green acid.
His prophecy had been extraordinarily precise. Once again, he had seized the instant fate turned, bringing the soldiers lying in ambush to the right place at the right time.
But the result had not been what he expected.
"My lord, their methods were simply too bizarre. We were only a fraction too slow, and those bastards got away!"
His Knight Captain spoke through gritted teeth.
He should have been leading the charge, but halfway there, he had encountered one of Elsa's corpses.
The corpse looked grotesque, its belly swollen like a pregnant woman's, yet its limbs were as thin as a small child's, its face hideous and pained.
The moment she saw him, she lunged at him.
But trusting in his sturdy armor, he paid her no heed, thinking that such a scrawny girl would simply be knocked flying.
But that Elsa vomited.
The Helms Family's knights wore full plate armor, and their supernatural physiques allowed them to make the plates even thicker. Never mind swords and blades-the armor could even withstand a mortar shell head-on.
But it was not waterproof.
The Knight Captain was drenched from head to toe. The vomit was intensely corrosive, like a powerful acid.
That alone would have been tolerable. A supernatural person could endure it with physical toughness, but the stuff she vomited inside also carried a bizarre sweetness and distortion. A sensation of something both delicious and disgusting drilled straight into his nose, making him utterly sick.
It did little physical damage, but the mental damage was off the charts.
But the Knight Captain lived up to his title. He endured the Acid Spit, charged forward, and cleaved Elsa in two with one