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The moment the thread snapped, every Deathberry froze and collapsed as if their strings had been cut.
"It is over," Seren murmured wearily.
The hostile energy that had thickened the air vanished without a trace. The Deathberries scattered across the ground reverted to their original doll forms, utterly still. Not a single twitch remained. Even the main body, whose thread Seren had severed, returned to its original jointed doll shape—the same eerie doll the princess once cradled in her arms.
Just then, Charon coughed up blood and collapsed. Evan, who had been closest, dashed forward and caught him before he hit the ground.
"Hey! Are you okay?"
"The enemy?"
"They're down. It's over now. But you… damn, how much blood have you lost? Luan! Do you have any potions?"
"Unfortunately, no. We need to stop the bleeding first."
"R-right. Anything we can use as a bandage?"
Charon was a tough guy and wouldn't die easily. Even so, his condition looked dire.
Seren, who had been sitting down, sighed heavily and held out the scissors with trembling hands. "This was what you picked from the dean's treasure trove, right?"
"That's right."
"You have good eyes. They look like rusted old junk no one would bother with. How did you know it was a relic?" she asked.
"Like you just said. I have good eyes."
Technically, the Martial God had the keen sight, but I accepted the scissors from Seren and examined their condition. The blades had degraded...
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