Whoosh—
As if sensing mortal danger, the Black-Striped Shadow Scorpion stopped rolling in its attempt to shake off the burning Phantom Phosphor Powder. It scrambled upright, raised its thick tail high, and aimed the tip straight at Angel.
Her spirituality screamed a warning. Angel abandoned her attempt to release poison and threw herself to the left.
The black stinger at the end of the scorpion's tail adjusted its angle to follow her, then shot out. Shaped like a chisel, narrow at the tip and thick at the base, it traced a bright line through the Phantom Phosphor Powder and struck Angel as she dodged.
Crash! A sound like shattering glass came from Angel as the stinger pierced her heart. Her body collapsed into fragments that gradually vanished. The stinger flew on without slowing, leaving the area lit by Phantom Phosphor Eruption almost instantly before cutting across the dark sky and disappearing.
The real Angel stepped out of a stone house beside the street. She raised her Good Luck revolver, fixed her sights on the scorpion, and prepared to fire another Phantom Phosphor Eruption.
Before she could aim, her forehead grew hot. Fever spread through her body, her muscles ached, and weakness set in. It was not enough to stop her, but the sudden change made her gun hand hesitate for a moment.
The scorpion seized that instant. Still coated in Phantom Phosphor Powder, it lunged forward, its legs moving almost too fast to see as it charged at Angel like a chariot.
Disease Control? My deadly poison hasn't affected it yet, but it's already affected me?
Angel exhaled a breath so hot it seemed ready to ignite. Her lungs pumped like bellows as she coughed again and again, sensing her organs lose their vitality under the suddenly worsening disease. The