"The prophetess is our—"
Just as the spirit began to speak, his body suddenly froze. His pupils dilated, and the colour of his irises nearly disappeared, leaving his eyes glassy and unfocused.
The moment this happened, Beatrix unhesitatingly withdrew her spear and stabbed it straight through his torso. Its tip pierced between his lungs, through several organs, and burst out through his back.
"…" "…"
Both Evan and Artemisia, who had already turned their weapons toward him the moment he froze, also froze and stared at Beatrix.
Returning their stares, Beatrix spoke with a shrug, "What? I mean, he can't really do much with a damaged body, can he?"
Evan lowered his sword, retracting the flames that engulfed it as he laughed.
"…yeah, you're absolutely right. Nice one, Beatrix."
His grey irises seemed to shimmer as he gazed at the spirit now down on his knees, clutching the spear pierced through his stomach.
