Did you feel it? The Pope's own gift.
The Witch's movements were so natural that, aside from her unmistakable determination to kill, there wasn't even a hint of emotion like disgust.
And while Fu Qian didn't know whether the prisoners had suffered another burst of psychological stress, he knew very well that their physical stress was like a candle flickering in the wind.
"Ugh—"
This time, Lord Inner Lobbyist only managed a single comment before he was reduced to exclamations.
The stars spilling from the Witch's hands once more had merged with their densely packed kin into a dark galaxy.
In the direction it surged, fog, blood, insects... Everything seemed to be pulled by some immense force, slowing abruptly.
The force was inversely proportional to distance, but it wasn't the gravity of a real celestial body.
Fu Qian judged this for two reasons. Though he could sense only a trace of it, he still suspected it was the consumption of a concept, as if everything caught up in it were being forced into the true dark side of the universe.
The other reason was also why he could sense only a trace: the "dark galaxy" was still some distance away.
By rights, with his current level of perception, he shouldn't have been able to see it.
Yet, with the help of that "spreading of concepts," he could.
And he could even see a bug with a sharply pointed head and a crimson robe, its form rapidly freezing under the galaxy's lock.
There was no problem with circling around. Every circuit brought you another gift, until you had no room left to maneuver.
The Witch's strategy was so simple it was almost overwhelmingly powerful.
The prisoners, for all their cunning, clearly had no reasonable counter to a tactic laid bare