"Are they really so afraid I'll put an end to this little plague?" Mary Rose taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. The sinister glow on the blade of Valentina's spear flared brightly, emanating an energy that seemed to slice through the very air.
Valentina, her patience already at its limit, didn't bother to respond. She surged forward with absurd speed, swinging the spear in a devastating arc. The strike was so brutal that it not only decapitated Mary Rose but also tore through the sky above them, creating a rift in the clouds as if the very heavens had been split.
"Tch, pathetic puppet," Valentina muttered disdainfully, watching the headless body collapse slowly. However, instead of blood, what spilled forth was an ethereal glow. "Substitution magic," she realized with irritation. "That wasn't her real body."