Lindsay looked confused as she said that, and Victor seemed... a little distracted.

However, he then looked at her, and growled as he raised a hand up, and a disturbingly strong amount of pure mana started to form in it. It formed into a large orb, and Hollie k knew that if she took that attack, the chances of her survival were... low.

"I... WILL... KILL..." he started to say, but then paused abruptly.

The mana then just... fizzled out into nothing, and he felt like a bit of a dead weight on her.

Hollie knew she could probably shove him off now.

Victor looked horrified suddenly, as Hollie and Lindsay saw some Council emergency backup arrive.

"HALT!" one yelled at Victor.

"On the floor!" another shouted.

However, they paused when he didn't move, and looked horrified when his skin started to turn pale.

Quickly.

"...the hell...?" Lindsay mumbled, seeing this.

Lindsay looked at Victor's wrist and waist, before his eyes widened.

"Ah-" he started to say, but didn't get anything more out.

Victor fell forward, his body looking like it was rapidly aging and withering at the same time... until he literally turned into nothing more than a pile of ashes and dust, his clothes and the relics mixed within.

"Holy hell..." he muttered.

"Lady Remmington!" one of the people that had arrived exclaimed.

"Are you all right!?" they asked.

Lindsay was silent for a moment, before nodding.

"R-right." he said.

He then took out his phone and called Hal, while the two that arrived approached the pile of ashes.

"...the tyrant's attire." one said.

"You know of this stuff?" the other asked.

"Well, I'm trying to get promoted higher up, so I'm learning all I can." the first one admittedly sheepishly.

"Oh!" the man exclaimed.

"Matthias. Or... well, Matt for short." he introduced himself. "Matthias Robinson." he then introduced himself more fully.

"And thank you, Ma'am." he added, in relation to the compliment she'd given him.

"So what is the Tyrant's Attire?" the other one asked.

"Not a lot is known, but supposedly each individual piece will grant a considerable boost in ability. One for physical, one for mana." Matt responded. "When worn together, they are said to give one the power to rule over an entire nation by force alone, but each time they are actively used, they exact a hefty toll from the user." he went on.

"...seems it leads to... this." the first one mumbled, looking at Victor's remains.

Spence nodded in response.

"I do." he replied.

"I'll tend to that as soon as possible." he told her, as Lindsay spoke up.

"Agent Sharp is livid." he told Hollie.

"And unless he's told otherwise RIGHT NOW, he's coming here." he reported, making his way over.

"What should I tell him?" he asked her.

"...." Lindsay was silent, before just doing as she said, and hanging up the phone.

"That felt... like disturbing an angered hornet's nest..." he mumbled, making his way to the fridge and checking inside it.

"Yep! Decent amount!" he called to her.

"Well, it seems there's no lasting damage." Spence said to Hollie.

"And it looks like we're down yet another high-ranking Council member." Matt sighed. "...though from what we just saw and what just transpired, we may be better off that way." he then admitted.

"Right." Spence responded.

"The attire will be dealt with, though probably by yourself." he told her.

"There's nothing that can be done about Victor... so we'll return and report this to the proper Council channels." he said further.

"I'm glad you're all right, Lady Remmington." Matt said to her.

"I shudder to think what would have happened had the worst transpired."

Before anyone could say anything more, Hal appeared off to the side of them all, and glared at Lindsay.

"Mind telling me WHY you suddenly hung up on me?" he asked pointedly.

"Hm!?" he added.

"I was merely doing what Hollie asked." Lindsay replied defensively, which caused Hal to just sigh. Heavily.

The other two, meanwhile, just excused themselves and disappeared.

Hal crossed his arms across his chest.

"You can try." he said.

"Who knows, maybe I'm just not in the mood to grant wishes." he continued.

"Maybe my mana's a bit off for that." he suggested.

"Maybe someone who had someone else deliberately and abruptly hang up on me, worrying me sick, shouldn't GET an immediate get-out-injury-free-card, hm?" he then added at the end.

"..." Lindsay was silent, not sure what to say her.

'Hoo boy.' he thought.