Boom!
Thunder filled the sky, divine might as oppressive as a prison.
Amid the interwoven light and shadow, an indescribable pressure brought a tremor born from instinct.
This time, he was serious!
The dream demon's pupils contracted sharply. She instinctively raised her wand, her lips moving as she intended to chant divine words.
However, with a crisp snap of his fingers from across from her, the magical power within Melly seemed to receive a summons, surging about uncontrollably.
In an instant, a dark figure burst forward like lightning amid the shriek of torn air. A pale, slender hand covered that breathtakingly beautiful face with a speed too swift to evade.
The next moment, overwhelming power erupted. The man brutally smashed the dreamlike beauty in his grasp into the ground one-handed, causing mountains to collapse and rocks to shatter as rubble flew through the air and dust filled the scene.
The tremendous impact dragged the dream demon for a hundred meters, plowing deep furrows through the hard stone ground.
Fortunately, as a Mother-class fae, Melly reacted quickly. In her haste, she covered herself with the meager magic power she could still control, forming a simple defense that kept her from becoming bloody paint smeared across the ground.
Even so, the once elegant and composed Witch was now dressed in tatters, looking utterly miserable.
Melly even tried several times to activate her innate ability to become incorporeal and flee as usual, but the Aether Factors within her gave no response at all. Her limp body could not move an inch beneath that tightly clenched hand.
What was going on?
Intense confusion welled up in her heart, filling those dreamlike violet eyes.
The god towering over her smiled slightly, speaking earnestly.
"I told you long ago to drink less, especially not to steal