The blade of light seemed slow, but in reality, it was unbelievably fast.
Before the Lord of a Thousand Tendrils could even react, three of its thick tentacles were severed at the base. No blood flowed from the stumps; instead, they turned directly to ash, as if their very existence had been erased by some higher-level power.
ROAR!!!
The Lord of a Thousand Tendrils immediately let out a pained roar, and the countless eyeballs on its tentacles finally revealed a look of terror.
"My, my, what's with all the shouting?" Pale Elegy frowned, her tone slightly annoyed, as if the noise had disturbed her afternoon nap. "So impolite."
Her figure flickered, and she appeared directly above the head of the Lord of a Thousand Tendrils.
She tapped her folding fan, and a pale white halo spread out with the fan at its center. "All things wither."
