Watching the scene before him, Marquis Winter deeply furrowed his brow.
He had witnessed similar scenes before, usually occurring under special conditions where a soul's obsessive persistence, relying on some medium, was fulfilled and then dissipated automatically.
Although he was not clear about the exact relationship between that rabbit and Anvis, seeing Fiona's distraught appearance, and the completely shattered short sword under the 'reaction force', Marquis Winter couldn't help but think of the worst.
He feared that, without sufficient preparation, he had personally killed Anvis, the fourth direct descendant of the current Duke Karlars! Only this could explain the shattering of the short sword—it was likely that he had breached the opponent's numerous life-preserving tricks.
Is this the unpredictability of fate?
With a cold snicker in his heart, Marquis Winter was aware that he might be in trouble now.
