"Heretics deserve to die..."
The woman wore platinum-gold armor, the golden radiance around her body coalescing into a pair of dazzling golden wings. As she moved, her long silver hair billowed in her wake.
The next moment, she appeared at Hector's side and slashed horizontally with her longsword.
"Judgment!"
As the fleeing Hector sensed the golden flash, his heart seized with terror. The blood in his veins felt as if it were being boiled away by the power clinging to the light, erupting from his pores in a crimson mist.
The blade's light flashed past in an instant.
"Ce... Ce... Celestia Edas..."
As the blood mist around him dissipated, a deathly pale Hector staggered to a halt. His face twisted into a smile uglier than a pained grimace, the depths of his eyes filled with utter despair.
"Wh-why are you..."
SCHLICK.
The sickeningly smooth sound rang out before he could finish his sentence.
Then, his head fell to the ground.
