The entire person was also knocked to the ground, and staring at her demonic face in the water puddle, Priscilla was stupefied.
She had become the demon she hated the most...
"Kill me, let me die as a human."
Priscilla said somewhat brokenly.
This made Theresa, who had executed many Awakeners herself, sigh.
"Since you wish it, let me fulfill it for you."
Theresa approached Priscilla with her sword, looking at Priscilla who was kneeling on the ground with a broken arm, and finally spoke.
"Do you have any last wishes?"
Priscilla said nothing, merely bowed her head, revealing her demonic neck.
Yet his injured arm was visibly regenerating at an astonishing speed and had already touched the fallen sword hilt.
In Theresa's eyes, there was a hint of mercy as she prepared to swing, but Priscilla's arm suddenly moved like a spring.
Splat~
The sword-wielding wrist instantly broke and flew off.
