"You—?!"
Mahid Fran was both shocked and furious.
—I kindly treated you, blessed you, and yet you use my blessing to attack me?
She reluctantly stopped her dance, dodging this baseless ambush.
But before she could react further, a large hand suddenly reached out from behind her, grabbing her neck like a cat and lifting her up.
The sacrificial purple lines instantly crawled across her skin. Yet, Mahid Fran was also a ritualist; she gripped the strong man who lifted her, trying to reverse the sacrifice onto him.
But before any of this could happen—
The second strike of the Truth Thunder did not miss.
This time it pierced through Mahid Fran's abdomen. She was struck as if by lightning, her pupils suddenly enlarging. As countless truths surged into her mind, the skin on her head turned purple-red and swollen.
The third Truth Thunder strike, this time, fully hit Mahid Fran.
Her head exploded instantly!
The headless body swayed and knelt down.
