"That Puki... why...?"
Jini, whose consciousness was shattered by the sword heart backlash, couldn't even control her body and had to let other cultists carry her away.
It's not her fault she was unprepared.
Spirit Mages are already rare, and even if they encounter them, facing the power bestowed by the goddess, most can only passively defend, barely protecting themselves.
Such a swift and fierce counterattack, it's almost like that already dead Sword Saint?!
At this moment, Jini couldn't even concentrate to ponder over this matter, because she saw them.
In a daze, those faces emerged from the void, one after another, layer upon layer surrounding her.
There were old men, children, men, women, all people she knew, all sacrificed by her own hand.
They stood at the grayish edge of her consciousness, like reflections emerging from water, becoming clearer.
Someone frowned in confusion.
Someone clenched their fists in anger.
Someone stared at her with hollow eyes.
