Poger had his jaw slacked open in disbelief. His fist was un-balled as his shoulders locked. The woman whose speed was far beyond his reach had her throat penetrated by a sword from behind. Her body was horrifically twitching, and her vitality plummeted. Her lips jittered as she tried to mumble a word or two to him, however, Poger couldn't make up any. He had never thought the day would come that Rezali would be in that state, convulsing with blood spewing out of her lips.
Her scythe slowly glided out of her grip and then it fell to the ground below. The Empress of the Void had unsurprisingly come out as the victor of the battle that took place away from the city.
Reinhard furrowed his brows and raised them the moment he found Poger's figure. "Stop right—!?"
