"It's already too late, Beatrix."
Arthur declared calmly and before Beatrix could respond, Idrilla dropped to her knees, taking a deep breath before looking up at Arthur.
"Too late, indeed.
I only ask that you do not dash my hopes of a new life away from this wretched place."
The intensity of the hatred in Idrilla's voice sent a chill through Beatrix and she instinctively stepped back.
Artemisia, who had remained silent since the start, stood and summoned her lightning-crackling sword.
"Brace yourself."
Idrilla released a burst of divinity, her lips parting as she activated her skill.
"Unique Skill: Soul Harvest."
The Saintess of Death summoned the souls of powerful Epic and Legendary Realm existences she had once defeated.
Half became Spectral Guardians bound by her 'Eternal Servitude' skill, while the rest fuelled her spellcasting.
Death Magic: Death Wave.
