Shard felt the power of the Red Butterflies, while the weak girls in the ice coffin opened their eyes, joyfully seeing their bodies regain warmth. Shard held them out, and Sister Delphine walked in at this moment:
"So, what do we do now?"
The nun asked softly. Shard ignored the cat's displeased meowing and looked at the side wall of the palace hall.
The wall with the tapestry melted away, revealing beyond the Maze Lock, the people fighting under the moonlight at the foot of Sicarl Mountain.
The church had the upper hand completely. The undead behemoth, born from the giant cocoon with a giant human head at its core and countless limbs growing on the outside, was still struggling desperately.
