Overwhelmed by the aftermath of the battle, he crashed to the ground and shattered.
Apart from Givenchy, the Moonlight Church's influence in the Paris District was completely eradicated.
Givenchy's current situation was not optimistic; his muscles and blood vessels were all frozen, his body temperature was below zero, and he was coughing out red ice particles, merely surviving on the aberrancy of his flesh.
Across from him, two figures in golden and silver robes.
The figure in the golden robe sat on the church roof, legs crossed, looking down at the struggling Givenchy, and spoke with a smile: "The High Priest of the Moonlight Church is truly loyal, still unwilling to divulge who their master is. Guinevere, no need for further interrogation, grant her a quick end!"
"Cote, mind your own business!"
Both figures were female, the former's voice was firm and powerful, the latter's lingering and melodious, the two were complete opposites.
