Mitsuki collapsed. His destroyed torso hung like a piece of cloth in the darkness. His heart, ribs, spine, and muscles—grotesquely exposed beneath the rain and its discordant lightning—glimmered faintly in shades of red. Each visible heartbeat was weak and irregular, as if it might stop at any moment, while the water washed away the blood in thin streams that ran down his body.
For a second, Marco and Azel were shaken by the horrifying sight of Mitsuki's decaying form—but they didn't have time to even worry, as Cinderella's body regenerated instantly. The separated halves of her body dragged themselves toward each other as if pulled by an invisible force, fusing ash and crystal flesh with a viscous, unnatural sound.
Looking at the princess lying on the ground with her torso split in half, Mitsuki frowned.
