On the seventh night after Bingyu left, beneath the bright moonlight, Ivette silently hunted down the last Mother Nest she had left in Agasha.
She had deliberately kept this Mother Nest alive mainly to make use of its ability to gather monsters. Before leaving, she could come here and beat it up from time to time, forcing it to gather all the Mutants in the surrounding area. That way, without having to do the work herself, she could clear out every remaining Mutant in Agasha.
Yes, clearing out all the Mutants in Agasha was her farewell gift to Puppet Town before she left.
As for whether it would give the town residents a second scare and add an even more terrifying ghost story...
That was not important.
She would be gone anyway.
Thus, beneath the thick curtain of night, she transformed into a bizarre being with endlessly extending silver hair and carried out a bloody cleansing of downtown Agasha City. Only when corpses had piled into mountains beneath her feet and no more Mutants approached did she use her tentacle-like silver hair to pierce and drain the last flesh from the Mother Nest, tossing its shriveled empty shell onto the roadside.
She really did look rather like an Evil God... A slight smile curved Ivette's lips before she entered one of the high-rise buildings and found the Dream Mist she had discovered there earlier.
She already had experience with the passage of real time during Dream Mist. Six months spent in a dream amounted to only a few minutes in reality, an extremely short span.
However, unlike before, this Dream Mist was much smaller, only about half its original size. She did not know whether the dream would be halved as well, becoming just three months.
If that was true,