Folding her wings behind her, Tisiana stepped forward in a swift lunge. The feathers that appeared soft and delicate effortlessly pierced straight through the Flayed Banshee.
Holy Light was naturally the bane of evil.
The wound immediately erupted with blinding radiance, and the agony that reached directly into the creature's soul sent the Flayed Banshee into violent convulsions. Within moments, she froze with her mouth hanging open and never moved again.
"It really is a Flayed Banshee."
Farlo strode over and began examining the corpse.
"It seems Airkly has already fallen."
"What rotten luck."
Phield finally understood.
"No wonder her Divine Chosen never showed up while I was beating him. She was already dead."
"If this thing possessed enough power to kill a Tier Two Divine Chosen, then this expedition is going to be far more dangerous than I expected."
The others quickly gathered around.
