Having slain a Lord of Skulls, the malice churning inside Augustrete subsided slightly, and the crimson in her eyes faded a fraction. Glancing down at Fangsheng's corpse, she let out a contemptuous laugh, then squatted down, intending to seize the scroll clutched in his hand.
To her surprise, Fangsheng kept his grip locked tightly on the scroll. Seeing this, Augustrete let blood seep from her fingertips, rapidly condensing it into a short blade with which she meant to sever his hand directly.
At that exact moment, a premonition struck her. Her hand stopped moving, and the short blade distorted into an irregular circle, merging with more blood drawn from her palm.
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