"Kurgh—y-you...evil..." The young man gurgled, his hands clutching at the deep wound, eyes wide with disbelief before his body crumpled, adding to the mountain of corpses littering the courtyard.
Silence.
"Haa....finally," Olea exhaled, her body shuddering from exhaustion, her grip tightening around her swords to suppress the ache spreading through her arms.
Her eyes flickered across the battlefield.
It was over.
The Exorcism Sect had been wiped out.
Or so she thought.
THUD
The sound of someone's body falling broke the stillness.
The Vice Sect Leader of the Ghost Sect collapsed.
His exhausted frame hit the blood-soaked ground with a dull impact, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His reserves were spent; his strength utterly drained, to the point where even the will could no longer sustain him as his body betrayed his mind and he fell unconscious.
Olea turned her gaze toward him but paused.
Her attention was drawn beyond.
