The searing Arrow of Streaming Fire flashed and vanished, and the headless Giant Dragon collapsed powerlessly into the starry sky.
After that, the starry sky faded, and the Arena reverted to a flat sandy field.
Already back in her loli form, Inanna subconsciously reached for her own head, a big question mark practically floating above her crown.
Wait, that's it? I'm just gone?
For a witch at her level, the whole idea of "weak points" basically didn't exist anymore; even if her head got chopped off, it was just a bowl‑sized scar that would grow back in minutes.
Yet she had just gotten her head popped by a single arrow and was instantly killed.
No, what was ridiculous wasn't just that arrow, that earlier slash too.
Since when was my Slicing Tail that fragile?
To nurture this tail, she'd eaten tons of rare metals over the years; this tail might not be literally indestructible, but there's no way it should've been chopped clean in half that easily.
