Who Can Shatter It?

The wind blew gently across the ruins, gradually dispersing the corrosive smoke that filled the air.

Neither Fang Li nor Ophelia spoke. They merely gazed quietly at each other.

All around them, men in black suits—clearly members of the local underworld—clutched their throats as they lay on the ground, twitching and letting out agonized groans.

These gangsters had presumably harbored ill intentions toward Ophelia and planned to attack her, only to be mercilessly crushed by the strongest witch.

The girl known as the "Lonely Poison Witch" excelled at manipulating poisonous fumes and miasma. Creating this hellish scene had taken no effort at all.

Naturally, neither Fang Li nor Ophelia paid any attention to it.

Even the "cat" responsible for leading the way completely ignored the scene and silently vanished from where it stood.

Thus, aside from Fang Li and Ophelia, only the groaning gangsters remained at the scene.

Fang Li's eyes were filled with calm as he looked at Ophelia.

Ophelia's eyes were filled with sorrow as she looked at Fang Li.

That was all.

Neither of them spoke.

No one knew how long this scene lasted.

Until, at a certain moment, Ophelia finally parted her crimson lips.

"Why..."

Her voice was filled with heartrending sorrow and pity.

With that voice, Ophelia's first words to Fang Li were these.

"Why do you have such calm eyes?"

From Fang Li's gaze, Ophelia could clearly sense an underlying essence.

"They are the eyes of someone who has completely disregarded the preciousness of life, who sees the end of all things as equal, as though he only watches death and utterly denies any meaning beyond it."

In a voice painful to hear, Ophelia spoke softly.

"Why do you disregard the meaning of life like this?"

It was both a question and an accusation.