Revel's darkness was chased away and diminished, but it still swirled around her like a cloud. Shrouded by it, she looked at Nephis.
Nephis was looking at her, as well.
Suddenly, a melodious voice resounded in the ruined hall, containing both the ferocity of the scorching surface of the sun and the tranquillity of sunshine reflecting from clear water:
"...You are the Lightslayer?"
Revel remained silent for a heartbeat.
Her battered, bleeding body looked like a dirty mess in front of the pristine, radiant spirit of light.
"That's what they call me, yes."
Nephis remained silent for a few moments, then spoke in her usual even tone:
"I'm not impressed."
Her tone might have been emotionless, but that only made the remark sound more derisive.
It was as if she was saying… is that all? I am supposed to be slain by you?
Hearing that, Revel smiled darkly.
"I'm sorry for the disappointment, Lady Nephis."