Hiss—
Vicious spikes pierced through flesh, leaving another meaningless, severe wound on a body already riddled with scars. The whispers and roars by her side suddenly became excited. Those sacrilegious creatures seemed proud of their successful strike, emitting a nauseating clamor.
Agatha raised her hand, using her staff to fend off a heretic covered in bone spurs, who had almost entirely lost its human form. By her ear, there was a crisp, grating sound of snapping.
She was taken aback by the sound for less than a second, then realized it was the sound of her combat staff breaking.
The weapon she had carried for many years had broken, in the face of endless enemies, it had held up until the last step.
"You've done well, Gatekeeper Miss," that annoying, pretentious voice spoke up again, "As a sacrifice, proper preparation helps the ritual's effect, but too much exertion is not good."