Divine Arts...
PFFT!
A longsword suddenly pierced the back of her skull, emerging from her brow; the Spirit Light in her eyes gradually dissipated.
After a slight struggle, Lady Annie's body finally lost all vitality and collapsed to the ground.
"HUFF... HUFF..." Dana, sword in her left hand, her right arm dripping blood, gasped for air, her face pale.
"I am a Knight, you know! Acting as if I'm not even here!"
Carl shook his head.
Had Dana not acted, he had planned to retreat to a Divine Domain Fragment for safety before re-emerging.
Fortunately, it hadn't come to that.
He raised his hand. Fire Sigil!
Flames enveloped Lady Annie's corpse and, amidst crackling sounds, slowly began to burn.
"Carl..."
Having bandaged her arm, Dana stood to one side. Her gaze flitted towards Carl, the atmosphere uncomfortably tense. Finally, she asked, "There seems to be a pyromancer causing trouble in the city. I need to check it out. What are your plans?"
"Plans?"
