"Sveothirllo! Check up on what's with Krantha! I will take care of them all."
"But... urgh! Yes, sir!"
Kirissu ordered, remaking her darkness blade and looking around with a tense expression, to which the curly-haired woman agreed after a second of initial defiance.
While the vice commander of the Ghosts of Bellcephora swung her monster arm to the ground and caused the darkness to spread around like roots of a massive tree digging into the ground, Sveothirllo walked over and kneeled by the howling comrade.
"Shut up already! What they could do with water? Boil it? It can't be that ba... OH, FUCK!"
The curly-haired woman groaned at her comrade and complained before actually taking a look at the wailing woman and jumped away with fear and disgust as she felt actual fear for the first time in centuries.
Krantha's body was melting – her entire front, face, arms, and what was left of her chest, stomach, and legs, were a mass of sizzling darkness that was disintegrating more and more.
