Turning slowly, Frey saw a sight he hadn't anticipated: his last strike had blown Blattier to pieces—his head flung one way, the rest of his body another.
And yet, despite that—though he should have been dead—Blattier's right arm rose upright, as if life had never left it.
On that arm burned a mass of incomprehensible blood sigils, cursed glyphs glowing with a baleful red light—then the entire place shook, and a massive beam fell from the sky, swallowing Frey and driving him dozens of floors below.
At the summit of the ancient Noctherra temple, the female War Angel appeared again ..
the same angel Frey had avoided fighting last time—now ambushing him with an attack that came literally from nowhere.
Meanwhile, Blattier's body flared with light, his scattered parts floating above the ground—until, before their very eyes, his limbs knit themselves back together. The old man regained his form, then collapsed, panting and drenched in sweat, fear carved into his face.
