But... just as it reached the ceiling, Haroldon's upper body emerged from the shadows of the ceiling, slicing its neck open from behind with a dagger.
Hiss!
With the neck severed, the monster's head fell from the sky, landing on the floor of the screening room and bouncing a couple of times.
Haroldon landed on the ground as well, sighing in relief as he looked at the motionless head.
"In the end, it was just a clown..."
He muttered to himself, turning to the Magic Girl hiding behind the snowflake barrier, pulling the bone knife from the ground and stepping towards her.
"Next...it's your turn."
He had barely finished speaking when he suddenly heard a ghostly voice behind him.
"You can live... for two more seconds."
Haroldon spun around, his brows furrowed, staring at the fallen head on the ground. It now wore a cunning smile on its face.
"You're talking about yourself, aren't you? Your body is still hanging from the ceiling."
Haroldon mocked coldly.
