After the figures vanished, the glowing orbs that had been flickering continuously gradually grew still. Barty Jr. and the others walked down the stairs, and the magic in their bodies was no longer drained by the orbs. A crowd of black-clad figures gathered around the fallen Cyrus, staring silently at her closed eyes for a long time.
At last, Barty Jr. gave a cough. "Master, they're gone. Don't you think... it's about time to get up?"
Cyrus opened her eyes and pointed to the sword on her chest. "I am your superior officer, after all. What, you were just going to stand around and watch me die without shedding a single tear?" With that, she yanked the sword out, tossed it to a figure in black, and the wound on her chest healed instantly. "Your pay for this month is gone, Remus!"
Chapter 120