[Marionette's POV]
Marionette's ears twitched at the sounds of glass shattering behind her. In her peripheral vision, she noticed three individual shadows loom over her from above.
The cultists, who had fallen through the windows like cannonballs, wielding weapons, were immediately skewered by a thick spike of darkness that shot out from Marionette's shadow.
Marionette turned around, dark coldness flashing through her eyes as she watched the cultists swing their arms and weapons at her without any thought behind them.
She blinked at them, staring at their bodies that seemed to be even more rotten than any living person she had ever met.
"They truly are dead..."
The Assassin glanced around the room before enveloping the cultists in darkness.
The black sphere that had enveloped them then began to shrink, compressing and crushing the cultists inside until their bodies turned into pulp.
