The glamorous woman stared down at the bloodstained, brightly shining blade embedded in her chest with an expression of utter disbelief on her face.
Just then, as the blade light flashed, the tip mysteriously dissipated, as if it had never existed.
She grunted as the blade's tip vanished, her life force rapidly draining away, her body collapsing softly to the ground.
With her heart pierced, the life of her body had reached its end. However, within the purple mist, she found her spirit unable to escape her body, even as her consciousness blurred.
As she lay dying, the woman in red struggled to lift her head and look back, only to find her usually docile junior brother didn't spare her a glance as he frantically fortified his protective barrier, desperately defending against another brightly shining flying blade that appeared out of nowhere. Then, tearing a talisman, he transformed into a yellow streak of light and sped away without a word.