An otherworldly shriek sounded as I swung the ethereal blade.
I felt little to no resistance as it dug into Uriithe's heart. The Crimson Witch's expression froze in horror for a moment before her eyes lost their glimmer, and her lifeless body fell to the ground.
For a moment, all I could hear was silence, and the distant shriek that echoed in my mind. I looked at the blade in my hand – it was bound to me, given by the Demon Lord himself, it was a part of his power. His malice. His darkness.
A single strike that Uriithe couldn't stop. Just like that, the Crimson Witch had died.
My blank gaze focused on the Divine Pillar. It was time to end this.
"No!" Someone shouted. Aelith's power lashed out at me, but I dissolved her spell with a single swing of the ethereal blade.