"You call this..." Before he could finish his sentence, a black crescent moon slashed toward him, and he dodged it in a panic.
Several more black crescent moons shot toward him, and before the werewolf could fully regain his footing, he was completely sliced into...chunks, then burned to ash by the black flames that stained him.
Effortlessly, Horne, hailed as a genius assassin, died.
Little Red Riding Hood, having crawled out of the lake, stared blankly at the scene, as if she hadn't fully grasped what had happened.
Unless Ahtal had known about Horne in advance and used long-range methods to snipe him, victory in this battle should have been theirs.
The normal turn of events should have been Horne finding an opportunity to trade his life for Ahtal's, and then herself, waiting on the sidelines, would resurrect Horne before the time limit passed.
But what actually happened was Ahtal summoned an unknown woman in black who left not even a trace of Horne's ashes.
