In just a few seconds, the barrier vibrated with the sound of bones clattering back together, the air ringing with that dry, unsettling clink clink clink as the skeletons pieced themselves back into shape.
The other boy still sitting on the ground, jaw aching from his earlier hit, looked up just in time to see Miyu's scratch, his face pale.
"W–what?!" he gasped, scrambling backward, as though distance alone could save him from the sight of the rattling undead rising again.
The other nobles outside the barrier leaned forward, some with widened eyes, others with hands over their mouths.
"They're regenerating?"
"That's not fair!"
"Wait look at her! She's bleeding—"
But Miyu didn't flinch.
Her hair swayed as she stepped forward, her violet eyes glowing faintly now. And then, with a low growl, she slammed the tip of her blade into the ground.
The circuit flared.
