Lancelot's sword fell, cleanly severing the ugly head of the Bone Demon from its neck.
The energy that maintained the existence of the Bone Demon seemed to be extracted in an instant. Its shriveled flesh and exposed bones quickly lost color, then, like wood hollowed out from within, they couldn't sustain the body's strength and fell from the wall impaled by the Glacier, turning into a pile of bones that seemed weathered over many years.
The Steel Demons, witnessing the death of their charge, let out cries of despair and venomous curses:
"No! You have no right to kill it!"
"Succubus! How dare you oppose Barto! Hell will take its revenge!"
"We were about to achieve eternal victory, you can't change anything!"
