Augusta watched in shock as Azazel finished the prince.
It all happened in an instant, her eyes could barely follow the movement.
Elias had been standing a moment ago but now?
The blonde prince was disintegrating into motes of light.
Augusta had never shied away from a fight, not once since she left home and became a mercenary but at this very moment, she was having second thoughts.
'W-What was that last attack?'
The attack Azazel had used to finish off the Prince was similar to the chaos rift he had used earlier when he wiped out the other aspirants but instead of influencing the space.
He had used it on the body of the Prince instead.
The sight was gruesome, Augusta could only imagine the pain of his body spiraling into itself.
She let out a shaky breath.
'He's a monster.'
Just then, Apeiron spoke.
'Augusta, allow me to assist you.'
Augusta snarled.
'Shut it Apeiron.'
The weapon hesitated.
