The assassin standing in the doorway extended his hand toward Ebony and, after casting his spell, reddish magic wrapped around the tips of his fingers like a thick mist.
Ebony, staring at her enemy, prepared for battle, fixing her gaze on the man with the plague doctor mask, ready to face whatever spell he launched head-on.
However, the attack did not come from the front, but from behind: the maids grabbed the blonde's arms.
Their chests held no heartbeat, and they moved only through the reddish magic flowing through their bodies. There was no life in their eyes and no will in their gestures, only that magic pushing dead muscles to turn them into weapons.
"You miserable bastard!" Ebony shouted, furious. Rage surged through her the moment she realized what he had done to those women.
