"Clearly, it had been utterly crushed, yet the flesh that splattered around inexplicably vanished like scattered shadows, without even a spray of fresh blood."
Obviously, this Altoria was not the real body but a crafted illusion.
"Bastard!"
Woodworth immediately scoped out his surroundings, intent on finding Altoria's trail.
But Altoria had taken the chance to slip away; not only Woodworth, but even the fairies and soldiers who were converging in this direction had not encountered her.
The frustration in Woodworth's chest that had just begun to dissipate returned in a state several times more violent, causing him to fly into a rage on the spot.
As Gawain hurried towards the lord's room, planning to confirm Aurora's safety first, he noticed the intense shaking above his head and furrowed his brows.
