Bang—!
A massive figure smashed straight through the door panel, slammed hard into the wall, then slid down… after it slid down, it never moved again, because its breath of life had completely vanished.
What could still be seen was the fist-sized bloody hole in its chest.
Behind the ruined door, the Mind Witch slowly walked out. She gave the corpse a casual glance, then turned around… inside the room, Farael, who had already cleaned his hair and body, put on a white suit over a blue shirt and slowly came out.
Ms. Witch's handiwork was pretty good; she hadn't saddled this most vicious, most evil Knight in history with some bizarre hairstyle, just trimmed his hair into a neat, clean short cut.
He looked as if he'd grown even more robust… actually starting to put on some flesh, Ms. Witch thought to herself—this guy is really in a poisoned state, with barely over ten percent of his strength left?
