Sybil floated down and landed beside the fallen woman, gently lifting her into her arms.
Even with her neck crushed and her body twisted unnaturally, there was something peaceful about the way she rested.
Her hands were folded near her chest, as if she had been praying or simply waiting for help that never arrived.
Sybil's jaw tightened as she stared at the lifeless face.
There was no rage in the woman's expression. She had died terrified, but her corpse looked oddly serene, and that made Sybil's chest ache.
Sybil dropped the woman on the ground and closed her eyes.
She turned her eyes toward the noble.
His upper half lay twitching weakly in the dirt.
The lower half was a few feet away, kicking feebly as corrupted energy stitched through the flesh.
She had assumed cutting him in half had ended him, but she guessed human curses clung to life far longer than regular ones did.
Even now, his fingers twitched like broken claws dragging toward her.
