Everyone's face was a mask of disbelief, a stunned tableau of shock and confusion. Only Sezel had the nerve to grin while being in such a situation.
Well, the situation was not bad. The tables had just turned upside down. With Mari out of danger and almost all of the beasts dead, the Lord was isolated, a god without his worshippers.
Shiki's face was still gaped in shock, his mind struggling to process the sudden, impossible turn of events. "Ho—"
"How did I do that?" Sezel said, his voice a dangerously low whisper.
Shiki's eyes widened, a flicker of fear in their depths. He gritted his teeth. "Get him! Kill him! It doesn't matter!" he yelled at the remaining three Flesh Reapers, his voice an ultimately futile command.
But nothing moved. Shiki's gaze frantically moved to where the Flesh Reapers stood, and he stumbled back, almost falling over because of the rubble that littered the ground. "Wha… what are you?" he stammered.
