Even as they complained, a melodic on-turn beat played out.
The roots that banged at Owl Knight's shield stuttered, screeching ice ground to a halt as the Erdtree's rage slowly subsided.
Then they flopped onto the ice, out of strength and will to fight, the tune of
Such was the power of mere
Mel nodded approvingly before patting the Clowns, her sole palm nudging against the two hats sparingly as the other's grip remained on the staff.
"I see..." Nyrel sighed, the breeze reverberating. "I'm no match after all. To... to a Witch whose sin I have even yet to know."
"Oh?"
Mel's lips curled to an 'o' shape. "What do you mean by not knowing my sin?"
Curious. She assumed the game's seven sins design to be common sense amongst the populace.
So was her presence... not prophesied by 'her' at all?
[ Mel! To your right! ]
The thought of the confused witch was cut off as she let go of her staff.
With a little smile, she uttered.
