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The three rushed through the darkened streets of the city, while the half-dead Garfiel pleaded in spirit for their health.
- Faster! Faster! Faster, faster, faster!
Anastasia, Al, and Ferris fled in terror after blowing up City Hall. They were being chased by a pack of monstrous, misshapen chimeras. They didn't see Capella herself among them, but they didn't have much time to look either.
Anastasia and Ferris ran ahead. Al remained a bit behind, once in a while cutting down the fastest of the monsters. Their escape route was marked by the black blood of the creatures.
Unfortunately, the chimeras were too fast and they were too slow. They could get them at any time.
- Let it be. I've decided to graciously hear your plea.
A glow scattered the darkness. They heard the squeals of dying monsters.
All three of them stopped in surprise. They saw the dancing flames, the frightened, fire-scarred chimeras, and a woman descending from the sky, clad in scarlet.
- Priscilla?!
- The dead, drowning in a dream from which there will be no awakening. Gods, who do not deserve praise - she said singsongy, as if reciting a line of a poem. She looked like a divine being. Around her white face floated hair the color of the setting sun. In one hand she was holding a sword, in the other a mirror was shining. - Do away with mediocre songs of praise. All you have to do is speak my name!
She swung her sword, and then flames rained down on the chimeras. Barielle had come to give them burial by burnt offering. It was her act of grace for these sad creatures, who had been forcibly brought into existence, bypassing nature, and then sent into battle where they stood no chance.
- Kill them all! All of them! - groaned Ferris.
- Of course," she said.
Al sat on the ground impressed. Anastasia, panting heavily, stared at the scene with wide eyes.
Priscilla raised her sword once more, this time high above her head, It was going to be a death blow.
- Toys in the hands of evil, you were not allowed to die, your bodies were deformed, making you ugly, but fear not, I will personally end your torment.
They had been deprived of the instinct that would tell them to fear death and avoid pain, so even now they were trying to attack this strange goddess. Priscilla lowered her sword as if in a dance, and it spawned a magical fire capable of burning water,
- Woe to the one who thinks desires are prayers. who begs for despair," she declaimed, then chuckled normally: - This comedy is over. Time for applause! Goodbye applause!
All that was left of the chimeras was ash. Someone had mercy on them.
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