"It's an illusion! An illusion! Stay calm! They might have a mage—they've cast an illusion on us!!" Lashina roared, looking around wildly. "This is Apokolips's spaceport! It doesn't rain here, and there are no other celestial bodies nearby! Calm down! Have you forgotten your promise to Lord Darkseid?!"
She herself had not noticed the panic in her voice.
Because she could hear it. She could hear whispers, as dark, delicate, and rotten as the raindrops falling in the spaceport, seeming to burrow into her heart and brain and make her completely surrender to madness.
Lashina suddenly looked up. The boy in the opposing group had his head lowered, his face hidden in shadow, but his lips were constantly moving.
Anger rose in Lashina's heart. She believed Little Bruce had to be chanting a spell capable of creating illusions. She had to teach him a lesson.
Her long whip cracked, electricity flashing. Lashina struck with all her strength, sending the whip coiling toward Little Bruce.
Her mind was filled with bloody fantasies. She could hardly wait to see this frail human boy severed at the waist by her immense power, blood spraying everywhere, while she carried his head to Lord Darkseid as proof of her loyalty.
In Lashina's eyes, the boy seemed frozen with fear, making no attempt to dodge. The instant the whip touched his shoulder, it tore through his arm. Electricity charred his body, screams echoing endlessly in her ears, yet the pleasure in Lashina's heart only grew stronger.
How dare a weak human mage show off on Lord Darkseid's territory? This was the price they had to pay. More corpses, more blood, more, more—there had to be more!
Lashina roared inwardly. Her rage was like a venomous serpent gnawing at her organs, while thoughts of bloodshed and violence