Artificial Existence Core (Twenty-Five)
There was no doubt that voice sounded familiar.
The instant Winona realized it, she lashed out with a claw toward its source, almost by reflex.
Though it was an instinctive attack, it was still ferociously sharp. In an instant, a whole collection of Claire's expensive furniture was reduced to scrap without a sound.
Before the shattered pieces could even hit the floor, they were churned into even finer fragments.
It was as if countless invisible blades filled the air around that black, lightning-fast figure.
She had clearly been holding back for a long time. Now she was going all out.
It was obvious that Winona feared the thug who might have returned, but she was also seething with murderous intent.
That was right. She could never forget that voice, even if it were reduced to ashes.
Gorimshaw!
She had been right to stay here after all—
The next moment, in the storm of hundreds and thousands of invisible killing intents, Winona's nimble body suddenly stiffened.
She slowly turned her head and looked toward Claire.
A figure strolled up to Claire at his leisure, gave her a slight nod, then sat down casually in his original seat.
She still couldn't do anything about him...
After their two previous encounters, all the countermeasures she had agonized over had failed to produce any different results.
At last, an emotion called despair broke through the suppression of reason and erupted within Winona.
There was no way to explain what had happened as some sort of trick of the eye.
Combined with the information that had come in not long ago, things were moving ever closer to the worst-case scenario—this guy really was a high-ranking transcendent who possessed divinity.
That meant that even with her standing guard here, she would be