Crack! Crack!
Like a frozen sculpture, Palu struggled to move her body, staring in disbelief at the horrific scene before her.
Almost the instant Black Hunter entered the fray, the fairy-tale-like ice plain burst into ferocious flames.
And the trail blazed by the Ghost Ship had split the ice plain in two—half heaven, half hell.
After the Rift Slash was dispelled, everyone looked up, trying to find Carol in the wreckage.
"My esteemed Lord Carol!"
"Sister Carol!"
"Lady Sister!"
Voices called out loudly, but as the dust settled, the first sight that met their eyes sent a bone-chilling cold through them.
Against a sky of white ash, the Ghost Ship remained unscathed, despite facing countless Spiral Bullets.
Bang!
And Carol, mangled and bloody like a dewdrop falling from a great height, crashed onto the ice plain with a thud.
In that very moment, the robust, beautiful, seductive Gunfire Queen lay on the ground like trash, covered in scars.
"I, I..."
