Could she get close to her?
Mokou had no confidence. The closer she got to Kazami Yuuka, the greater the effect on her became... Perhaps the next moment, she would "die" within some death scene flashing through her mind. This torment was far more than merely experiencing death; the sensation of her mind seeming to split into two was no easier to bear.
One part could sense the outside world, while the other continued experiencing death... One alone was manageable, but together, that warped sensation felt terribly wrong. You knew it was fake, yet it felt as though you had truly gone through it yourself.
She was smiling?
The closer she got to Kazami Yuuka, the clearer that blurry figure became. Why was she smiling? Disdain?
In an instant, Mokou felt the mental pressure imposed upon her surge tenfold, crushing her final line of mental defense outright...
Grayish-green flames? She had never seen those before...
The flowers on the ground rapidly withered, and the earth cracked apart. Strands of desolate aura leaked from those fissures, and the instant they touched the air, they crazily plundered every shred of vitality within it.
Transparent flames tinted grayish-green spread outward from the cracks in the desolate earth. The vitality plundered by that desolate aura was immediately burned away by the transparent flames. Under this vicious cycle, the desolate land expanded swiftly, soon spreading to the edges of the entire flower field. This was it!
Kazami Yuuka looked at those grayish-green flames but did not rashly touch them. After all, under their erosion, even the earth at her feet had temporarily been stripped of vitality, becoming a patch of desolation.
It was desolation, not dead land!
Creating dead land was not difficult. So long as all vitality in an area was drained away, the