"Oh~"
Seeing the flying heads becoming clearer in the mist, Princess Margaret groaned, reached out to cover her neck, and closed her eyes:
"In a normal state, this relic shouldn't have so many clones, the relic is going out of control. Mr. Hamilton, step back quickly, the curse is taking effect on us."
"There's no need for that."
Shard took a step forward, clapped his hands sharply:
"Ha!"
His arms spread wide, and a massive curved light blade cut through the dense fog, cleaving towards the wall of heads. Silvermoon's light blade sliced the wall, colliding with the flying heads amidst increasingly eerie whispers. Muffled curses appeared in batches, and a huge gap was created on the "wall," but was quickly filled by new heads:
"Stop attacking, your curse..."
Princess Margaret immediately reminded him and then watched in surprise as the blackness on Shard's neck suddenly became bright, igniting like firelight, and then disappeared.
