Something was advancing out of the darkness. Something large. With many limbs. Several red lights accompanied its movement.
Then the creature came closer to the fence, and the Cursed saw that it was a giant spider with a spider's body and limbs, and a female human head, which held ten eyes glowing with red fire.
The giant spider was snapping its enormous mandibles like huge knives. Then it let out a wild scream and spat green venom straight into the garden. But the toxic substance didn't reach the trees. The moment it reached the invisible wall, it instantly dissolved into the air with a hiss and a burst of steam.
After that, the girl, hovering in the air, raised her hand, and the enormous spider was torn apart into pieces.
The strong wind began to subside. The girl descended to the garden floor, and the lights in her eyes gradually dimmed.
"You killed my enemy. I am your debtor."
"You helped protect the estate. We're even."
"Where did that power come from in you? Why didn't you do that before?"
"It seems the underground demon gave it to me because it was afraid the enemies would break into the estate. But perhaps it's the ancient power of my parents awakening within me, since they are Great Mages. I still have to figure it out."
She looked intently into the Cursed's face. The blue lights in her eyes had not yet faded.
"The magic of the estate is releasing you. I can feel you beginning to fade from here, to continue your main path. Before you disappear, I have a request. When you see the sorcerer who escaped from here, kill him. Because he sold his soul to the enemy of the estate—the black horned demon—and began serving him, luring people here so they would die. I saw all of this when the full power entered me."
"Alright."
He still saw the figure of the girl standing in the garden, waving at him. Behind her, her nanny appeared—a dark-haired woman in a white gown.
He raised his hand in farewell as well. Then the estate vanished.
He was sitting on a chair in a dark room. Debris of furniture and thick layers of dust lay all around. The light of the coming morning pierced through the only window. Opposite him sat the sorcerer in a gray robe, his gaze glassy. The effects of his magic had ended.
The Cursed rose, and with a single deadly swing of the long sword that appeared in his hand, he cut the sorcerer's head from his shoulders. It rolled across the floor and came to rest among the debris. The decapitated body slid to the floor.
The Cursed turned and left the house.