The stitched abomination had just managed to struggle back to its feet when countless razor-sharp feathers suddenly pierced straight through its chest. The Holy Light Divine Chosen had used her wings to impale the creature clean through.
With a low shout, she snapped her wings open. A violent gust followed—and the monster was torn apart from the center in an instant.
"Rip—!"
The creature split cleanly in two, its flesh flung away like two heaps of rotten sludge.
"She's a Tier-One Divine Chosen. Very strong—definitely a combat type."
Ashina immediately warned.
"Got it." Phield nodded slightly, excitement surging through him. On the minimap, she was marked as a green dot—meaning she could be contracted. He rubbed his hands eagerly. "Looks like I'm pretty lucky after all, running into an unbound Holy Light Divine Chosen."
"Hello."
Phield cleared his throat. "You—"
