"Die... just die, bastard..."
Effie had the homunculus — what remained of it — pinned to the floor. Her emaciated figure was mangled and gruesomely brutalized, blood flowing down the polished steel of her battered armor like rust. There was no strength left in her body, no capacity to continue fighting... but her hazel eyes remained sharp and clear, burning with ruthless killing intent.
That killing intent, the predatory resolve to bring her prey down, was the only thing that pushed her to move now.
Beneath her, the thing that had been pretending to be the butler of Mirage Castle was still struggling to break free. The homunculus was in a ghastly state as well, his chest broken and caved in, countless wounds littering his artificial body. Only what spilled from his wounds was not blood — instead, it was liquid metal akin to mercury.
