Gruesome Affair

Revel's darkness was chased away and diminished, but it still swirled around her like a cloud. Shrouded by it, she looked at Nephis. 

Nephis was looking at her, as well. 

Suddenly, a melodious voice resounded in the ruined hall, containing both the ferocity of the scorching surface of the sun and the tranquillity of sunshine reflecting from clear water:

"...You are the Lightslayer?"

Revel remained silent for a heartbeat.

Her battered, bleeding body looked like a dirty mess in front of the pristine, radiant spirit of light. 

"That's what they call me, yes."

Nephis remained silent for a few moments, then spoke in her usual even tone:

"I'm not impressed."

Her tone might have been emotionless, but that only made the remark sound more derisive. 

It was as if she was saying… is that all? I am supposed to be slain by you?

Hearing that, Revel smiled darkly. 

"I'm sorry for the disappointment, Lady Nephis."