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She didn’t stand. Instead, she clapped twice.

The countess rose, her form beginning to twist, flesh bubbling into chitin. “I think you’ll hesitate. And hesitation is a wound I can open.”

“Check,” whispered the Falcon of Light.

Or what was left of it. The steeple had been punched inward, as though by a giant’s fist. Inside, the pews were stacked into a crude throne, and on that throne sat a woman whose beauty was a blade—pale hair, lips the color of a fresh scar, and eyes that held the same hungry patience as a spider at the center of its web. berserk.manga

“Puck,” he said. “Get them to the next town.”

The iron bell fell like judgment, crushing the countess mid-transformation in a spray of ichor and broken chitin. The children stopped. One by one, threads dissolved from their mouths. They blinked, confused, and began to cry.

That forest again.

“Clever,” he said quietly. “You think I won’t kill children.”

Guts turned away.

Puck gasped. “She’s controlling them!” She didn’t stand

“Puck,” he said.

The small elf fluttered from behind his cloak, where he’d been hiding from the wind. “Yeah, boss?”

He turned his one eye toward the horizon, where a familiar shape of twisted trees clawed at a bruised sky. “I think you’ll hesitate

The Dragonslayer came off his shoulder in a smooth, terrible arc. “Come take it.”