Chapter 47 : Agatha’s Death
London Bridge is Falling Down! Falling Down ! Falling Down !
My Fair Lady
Boom!
Under the relentless assault of the elemental forces, London Bridge had already suffered immense devastation. Now, after a violent impact, the central section of the bridge finally gave way.
Countless fragments of stone crumbled into the river below, creating a massive splash. Agatha, caught by inertia, plunged into the turbulent waters along with the wreckage.
Not far away—
The elementals, composed of raging winds, flickered erratically. The dark storm clouds that had blotted out the sky for so long briefly dissipated before reforming almost instantly.
"Wilhelm, what's going on?!"
Inside a nearby promenade, mysterio stood by a large window. His sharp gaze fixated on the scene outside, capturing the moment the London Bridge collapsed.
More importantly, he noticed something unusual—the drones' formation had become unstable, their projected elemental illusions flickering inconsistently.
"Quentin, it's the shadow," Wilhelm's voice came through the earpiece, his tone laced with urgency.