The air was still, as Beatrice began to breathe hard, her arm was ruin, but leveling up would help with that no doubt.
The Butcher's massive corpse twitched once… then finally went limp. "Haha... I did it... You see that D, I finally did it." She said weakly. For more than over a week she had died seven time just to beat the toturial. And now she finally did. "Hahaha I REALLY DID IT!!"
The black fog that had once choked the chamber began to swirl inward, twisting like a storm collapsing into a single point. The corruption that had once belonged to the creature was no longer a miasma; it was becoming a current, spiraling toward the fallen Beatrice. "W-What is this!?"
Her breathing was ragged, her right arm mangled beyond recognition, but even in that state, she forced herself upright. The faint hum of the system interface or rather Virgil filled the silence.
[A POWERFUL FOE HAS FALLEN]
[Now absorbing unique Blight Essence]
