The black staff in her hand flickered with Magic Light, and it was under the enhancement of that Magic Light that her protective gear seemed as if it didn't exist at all, easily penetrated by a single strike.
"Oh dear, I had just said you were quite a useful child... yet why couldn't you keep your composure? Now, look, you're dead, what a pity.
But don't worry, I'll put you into the Frozen Corpse Liquid. After all, you do have a body that's not too shabby. Although the market for corpses is somewhat niche, there will still be those who might fancy it after proper handling...
Goodbye, my dear Stia, may you continue to enjoy boundless joy in the divine realm of my god, Shirek!"
The one standing behind Stia was none other than an uninjured Bishop Loyd.
He kicked Stia aside and moved to the lying body of another "himself": "It looks like the Secret Technique Puppet technology still needs further improvement!"
