Reen groaned and appeared to be suffering. She had also run out of Mana, so she couldn't conjure any more daggers. She could only gaze at Yesen, who had met a gruesome end, turned into a splatter on the ground.
There were two yellow arms in the place, looking nothing like human arms. These were the arms Yesen had used to replace his own, lost to the Supernatural Beast that owned those arms. Perhaps that's why these arms had resisted him and ultimately caused his death.
Reen gritted her teeth. Tears had also begun to flow down her face as she was overwhelmed by feelings of despair and rage. If the people in the Order hadn't forced Yesen to use those arms, he wouldn't have died in such agony now. They could have escaped and hidden from the Order.
"Hey!" Rama yelled, grabbing Reen's hair to force her to look at him. "Say it! Who sent you, and what were you looking for in this Holy Tomb?"