Weavers undoubtedly possessed tenacious vitality. Although Achilles had been split in half, his consciousness was still churning.
He stared incredibly at Carlotta, unable to believe that he, a mere Weaver, had actually died like this. Yet the means she displayed were unheard-of, extremely terrifying.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he noticed Carlotta's sword.
At this moment, Carlotta was wielding the Rose Cross. This sword was not unfamiliar to Achilles. When he had issued a bounty on Carlotta White, he had researched every piece of information about her. This sword... how did it resemble the one that had once belonged to the apprentice who killed his daughter?
An extremely horrifying conjecture surfaced in Achilles' mind, making him disbelieving.
How could an apprentice become a Weaver in such a short time?
Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!
Amidst his hysterical mental turmoil, Achilles ultimately sank into eternal silence.
