"It's over."
Sigrid lifted a foot and stomped heavily on Heratier's chest, causing Heratier to spit out another mouthful of blood.
"Losing to a ruthless barbarian like you is truly a disgrace..."
Heratier barely raised his head, his face obscured by blood, making it impossible to see his expression.
"Do you really think someone like me, a Cardinal Bishop, is anything good?"
Sigrid snorted coldly and stomped down hard.
Crack! The sound of Heratier's bones shattering reverberated through the Piercing Cold Hall, almost heralding the end of this brutal battle.
"Abigail, I've succeeded here."
Sigrid raised her hand to catch the Mechanical Messenger, which landed on her fingertip, and spoke to Abigail.
"That's great, Miss Sigrid! Quickly head to the Hall of Annihilation to assist Antanas and the others, and capture Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Progenitor, as well!"
Abigail's excited voice rang out.
"No problem."
