While Aventine conversed with the voices inside his head, the rest of Very Sighed were all staring grimly at the terrifyingly clean cuts beneath Kirivan's coffin.
A hole had been sliced through by an impossibly sharp blade, looking as if space itself had vanished along the edges.
Quince felt a shiver running up his spine.
All of the enchantments had similarly been cut, and not by any magical spell. No, it bore the same traces as the hole itself.
Whatever sliced through was definitely infinitely sharp… but no larger than a bread knife.
That was what Ghush and Pulvir, being melee fighters, understood.
The cuts, although clean, were numerous. Each area had multiple slices in the same direction, and there was a general unevenness when looked at from afar.
"…What in the world…?"
The demons all looked at each other for a few moments and decided not to meddle with the peculiarity. It was already good that they had achieved their goal.
"Let's go?" Shima asked.
"Mm," Li'lsuo agreed.
