When I looked at the Guardian, the entire inside was smeared with red. It was thick, wet, and dripping.
The assassin trapped within couldn't have survived that. There was just no way. The instant I saw it, I knew she was gone.
I let out a slow breath and stopped channeling into the Guardian. The moment I released it, the blood that had been clinging to its surface poured downward, streaming like a waterfall onto the floor.
The sight was jarring. The vivid, dark crimson against the sterile whiteness of the room—it almost hurt my eyes, like the two colors weren't meant to exist side by side. And yet, that was all that remained of her. No body, no flesh, no trace of who she had been. Just blood.
Her body must have been shredded into nothingness the instant that blast went off. Ripped apart from the inside out.
"W-What just happened…?" Elise's voice cracked, the words trembling as they left her lips.
