The woman inquired of herself, as a pungent scent of blood assaulted her senses.
In memory, that was the first time the Third Seat met the lady, and in that instant, he understood the filth hidden beneath her delicate facade.
A resilient will resisted Alice's assault, and a low growl emanated from beneath the armor. The Silver Knight encouraged himself with a roar, breaking through the illusory hallucination.
The past fears at this moment transformed into endless rage in the Silver Knight's heart, forceful pressure from the joints crushed the obstructive flesh thoroughly, even at the cost of damaging himself.
Sharpened wails convened simultaneously, Alice's body disintegrated like a blossoming flower, the surface peeling layer by layer, like fish gills, with crimson fuzz seeping through the gaps in the flesh.
