Fear.
One of, if not, the most basic of emotions common to almost all species, fear is both an enemy and ally, the sphere of space was an instrument of death, a spell made with the sole intent of using space for its killing capacities and nothing else.
Sniqueul had created this spell to erase his master's enemies, turning a blind eye to anything else his rare afinity could have allowed him to accomplish, this newly made vampire thought nothing would be able to stop his orb from disintegrating the acursed swordswoman.
The person who had just arrived, proved him wrong and defied his sphere, stepping in its path, extending their arms and holding it off, halting its destruction of everything for a few moments.
This few moments were faint, stopping the orb for even a single moment was an exploit.
Sniqueul saw red, unable to understand what was happening before the one whose fate was supposed to sealed made her way for his head, pulling him from under the cover of the rubbles.
Chucking him in the air, in the instant during which he spinned through the air, he saw it all, the unmoving parrot, the traitor being finally consumed by the sphere, leaving nothing but the gauntlets of the armor Dea had granted him.
His sphere of space was freed from the treacherous grasp but it was too late, he witnessed the fastest flurry of attacks he had seen in his life, the blade moved at such a speed that nothing but iron was left in his vision during his last moments.
The first two attacks left him completely blinded and the rest were too numerous to be counted, sliced down completely, it was inpossible to tell whether he had been struck down with a simple sword or with his own orb of space, nothing remained and his existence was ended.
He had finally managed to turn into a vampire, long after Dea had granted him some of her blood, he had finally been found worthy of its powers but it was already time to let go.
Molbas fell to her knees as she felt the effects of her wounds in full, she did her best to stop the bleeding of her missing arm, said arm had seemingly been fully erased during the fight, Layo would have been able to somewhat fix it up for a while with her strands but now that it was gone, it was no use.
She looked at the two disembodied hands laying on the floor, Jamilo had went as quickly as he had arrived, his aspect never would been able to overcome the orb of space but he still got in its way, an act that completely went against all logic.
Sacrificing oneself for another may be noble but it was ultimately never an equivalent exchange, in the face of death, all cowered and wished to flee.
There was no self sacrifice that was fully free of regret but still, such an act was without a doubt, a proof of the wonders and power of sapience.
Such thoughts weren't on Molbas's mind as she gazed upon the carnage all around her, the walls were gnawed off and the room threatened to collapse, blood seeped from the two severed hands and an unmoving animal laid on the ground.
Ipiti had joined this crusade on a whim, without truly understanding her own decision, she had been pushed by her admiration of the humans who had helped a lowly animal such as herself, she had made a breakthrough of her use of the card of Strength but it had not proven enough and her body beneath her colorful feathers grew colder and colder.
The card took upon a physical form, floating above her body for a few moments before dissipating in an explosion of white and golden sparks, there was no way around it, Ipiti had died.
No matter how annoying she might had been during their time together, Molbas couldn't hold any grudge against a parrot and seeing a small life extinguished so brutally only served as more more kindle to her determination to kill Dea.
In spite of her harrowing injuries, she stood up and walked through the mansion, a sword missing its tip in her remaining hand and her white shirt turned red.
She walked up stairs, opened doors without any fright of what may lay behind them.
It happened in a long hallway, straight after finishing climbing up another set of stairs, she saw her figure standing at the very hand of it, her back facing an open window, moonlight illuminating her as if she was a goddess of the night.
Night had already fallen.
The vampire was wearing a set of dark, noble clothes, a three piece dark suit alongside a white shirt and a dark tie, despite being a man's clothes, they fit her perfectly as she stood there with her fist against her hips.
"Molbas, was it?" she grinned, her face was as pale as a corpse.
"You seem to be in bad shape, a little drop of my blood could fix all of those small problems, you know?"
Molbas spat some blood on the ground and pointed her broken sword at Dea.
The vampire lowered her head before breaking out into laughter.
"Rehehehehe! I like that defiance, too bad it will only end up in your untimely demise" laughed Dea before he eyes suddenly turned serious, the crimson glint shining through the dark hallway.
Before any of the two could lunged forward, the rest of the group suddenly showed up, sporting no serious injuries despite their battle against many of Dea's undeads.
"The whole gallery is here, I see, you did good coming so far but you simply cannot win" spoke the vampire, standing on the edge of the open window in perfect balance.
"I must ask however, it has been bothering me for a while, why are you people hunting me down again? I can't seem to remember what I did to warrant such animosity" questioned Dea but not actually waiting for an answer before dropping back.
As they all arrived to the window, no sign of the vampire were to be seen, she was forcing them to split up to find her.
Before going after her however, Layo applied some healing onto the battered swordswoman.