Were none of these things real, or was only some of it unreal?
In the dim underground space, Hayami Suzune didn't immediately chase after the scattered chunks of flesh. Instead, she kept taking deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down.
Perhaps it was a mental effect. As soon as the thought appeared in her mind, it began to spread uncontrollably.
The reason came down to one very practical problem.
If the chunks of flesh that had just fled in every direction weren't an illusion caused by mental interference, then she stood no chance against the Supernatural who could do such a thing.
So Hayami Suzune had two options: sit there and wait to die, or think carefully about how to escape if all of this was an illusion caused by mental interference.
Hayami Suzune couldn't help rubbing her face.
But if she looked on the bright side, the fact that her opponent was using such methods meant he wasn't absolutely confident in a direct fight. Otherwise, there'd be no need for all this.
It wasn't a bad guess.
Thanks to her Supernatural body's powerful functions, the numbness in her body soon eased a little. Biting her lip, Hayami Suzune struggled to her feet and, guided by her memory, made her way to a corner.
This was where the head had fled after separating from the chopped-up body.
Hayami Suzune had seen it with her own eyes: bundles of nerves and blood vessels had extended from the head, intertwining to form two legs.
The head had then been propped up and scurried over here like a real turkey.
There was nothing.
For a moment, Hayami Suzune unconsciously let out a breath of relief.
Though she had good reason to believe it, she had still spent that moment waiting anxiously for a