Sunny crossed blades with Undying Slaughter once again.
They fought. They endured. They bought time.
Time was their greatest weapon, after all.
After a while, Sunny felt like he was going to drop dead. They had already advanced and retreated three times, but the mist wraith was still as overbearing and deadly as ever…
Or maybe not quite.
Her strength was decreasing, too. Her essence had to be running dry. Undying Slaughter still maintained an emotionless expression, her chilling blue eyes filling him with a sense of dread… but her behavior had subtly changed.
It was almost as if she was feeling… if not desperate, then at least pressed.
'We just need… to last… a little longer…'
At that moment, the surface of the stone bridge under his feet rippled and tilted. Startled, Sunny lost his balance — only for a split second, but it was enough.
The ghostly blade was already flying at him, inevitable as death itself.
Before it could ravage his soul, however, an incandescent sword appeared in its path.
Nephis had struck from an awkward angle and groaned when her sword clashed with Undying Slaughter's blade. It was violently thrown aside and slipped from her hands, disappearing into the darkness below the bridge. She was pushed back, as well, and fell down.
Saint was a step or two too far to help…
Sunny's eyes widened.
But, strangely enough, the mist wraith did not finish either him or Nephis off. In fact, she seemed to have staggered, as well. This was the first time Undying Slaughter had shown a sign of weakness.
…It was also the last.
Before the mist wraith could regain her balance, a swift figure flew between Nephis and Sunny. He felt a cool wind throw his hair into disarray.
Then, he heard the air whining as it was cut by a sharp blade.
A split second later, Jet's glaive tore through the distance between her and the staggered wraith, plunging into Undying Slaughter's chest.
The two of them froze for a second, two pairs of icy blue eyes staring into each other with indescribable emotion.
The Defiled Saint raised her blade, as if trying to retaliate, but Jet simply twisted her glaive and gripped it tighter.
"You go to hell."
Her voice was as cold as a nameless grave. Jet batted the ghostly blade away, pulled her hand back, and then thrust her weapon into the enemy's soul once again.
Sunny thought that he heard the crystal ring of something breaking.
And then, the chilling light of the Defiled Saint's eyes grew dim.
The wraith swayed slightly… and fell back.
The moment her body touched the stone, it turned into mist and dissipatd, disappearing without a trace.
Undying Slaughter was no more.