Drop! Drop!

Ripped lumps of flesh fell to the floor. They squirmed for a bit and looked like pitiful victims finally meeting their ends after a long period of torture. Lumps of meat from the main body were torn to pieces and revealed the ruin’s floor. The movements of the body parts began to stop gradually.

The ‘legs’ stopped their meaningless resistance and the ‘arms’ limply hung in place. The ‘eyes’ began to close one by one along with the ‘lips.’ Like that, the meat lumps stopped moving. However, they weren’t quiet even in their final moments.

<<Die.>>

The voice was quiet and powerless, but as the battle came to a close, they could hear the voices clearly.

<<It’s because of you.>>

<<You should also become like us…>>

<<Hate you.>>

<<I curse you.>>

The ‘eye’ near Lyla glared at her until the end and spat out curses. With a hardened expression, Lyla stared at all of them.

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The lumps of meat stopped moving completely. It looked like it was dead; no, it was difficult to know if it was right to describe such things as ‘dead,’ but the battle was over. Zich looked over his companions. They had some small wounds, but no one was deeply injured. Considering the storm of magic attacks, it was a miraculous result....