She glanced back with the corner of her eye.
Indra's face carried a hint of apology, but his palm was already stained crimson with fresh blood.
Bang!
Henos didn't even have time to feel puzzled.
The very next moment, an overwhelming force spread out from Tajadon.
The latter's momentum came to a sharp stop, knees buckling to the ground, and the floor, already turned to glass by fierce flames, was forcibly blown apart, creating two pits, and a crisp crack sounded from the girl's kneecaps. Henos struggled to lift her head, meeting Tajadon's face, which wore a faint smile. Two veteran warriors swung their greatswords skillfully, flourishing them in the air.
One plunged the blade into the girl's heart, the broad bronze sword blade nearly bisecting Henos at her waist.
The other warrior beheaded the girl, blood spraying from the severed chest cavity, some of it splattering on Tajadon's face.
He extended his tongue and licked it.
