The Lady, who wielded her fate, was now trying to make rifts in her mental state! That's why she brought her here.
Lillian's eyes flared with anger as she lashed her hand out, sending a wave of liquid blades that wore through the cultists' heads before moving in and severing their heads from their bodies with a liquid sword.
Blood splattered onto her clothes and the side of her face; however, she didn't mind it. She had been through more than had left her more disturbed.
Currently, she was disturbed, even disgusted, by how much the Goddess of Fate wished to play with her life like an avatar in a horror game!
'And to think we were on good terms...'
Getting rid of the sword of water, she looked towards the man, her face darkening as her eyes trembled at how injured and bloodied he was.
This affected her more than killing.
She slowly pulled the sword out of his stomach, storing it inside her spatial storage before quickly catching him and setting him aside on the ground.