"A... mask?"

Fanilly reiterated Dame Amy's words to herself in her mind. A cold pale mask, inscribed with a single staring eye.

She didn't recall ever hearing about anything like that. It was entirely unfamiliar before. Certainly, there were certain cults who used an eye as their symbol, but beyond the most basic knowledge of their existence Fanilly knew nothing of them.

Was one of those cults involved in this situation? One that worshipped the shattered blade or its wielder? Or was it something else entirely?

Fanilly hadn't the faintest idea. And yet, in spite of how vague it was, the mask with its staring eye was still their best possible lead. It gave them some sort of clue as to who might be responsible.

Even if he couldn't speak, the dying Boar Commander had managed to give them a path forward.

"Thank you, Dame Amy," she addressed the half-demon with a nod of her head, "Please, go and get your injuries tended to as soon as possible."

To be truthful, she hadn't quite been able to focus on what Clarice had been saying, so she was taken by surprise by Sir Fionn's demand for an apology.

So, apparently, was the curse-wielding mage herself.

"Apologize?" she asked, shrinking back only slightly from the shock of Sir Fionn's anger, "For... for what?! She dragged me over here without even explaining anything! It's not like I didn't help or something, you know!"

It was quite clear she didn't see any issue with her words or actions.

[hr]

As the moon slowly rose, little on the battlefield seemed to change.

However, one thing was noticeable.

The remains of the final curse giant, the black tar that had melted clean off of its twisted bones into a slurry of curses, was beginning to fade away. Dissolving, the moonlight purging it from the sacred place as it dissipated into a shadowy vapor before vanishing from site entirely.

Though a battle had raged there, such wickedness would not remain in Cae Mayl.

[hr]

It would take some time, but eventually Sir Fleuri would locate a face-down, pitch black helmet, thankfully still containing the head of its wielder. While there was no sound from the head when it was lifted, Haelstadt would suddenly stop, shifting to their knees and raising their hands in the air in hopes of getting the knight to come closer.

It was clear that the towering figure's head had been located.

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