"It was no use. She didn't have that many memories left," Uchiha Madara said to Belaque. "I think she only remembered anything at all because of the clothes you're wearing."
"So the longer a creature has been demonized, the more it gradually loses its sanity and memories?" Belaque asked after thinking it over.
"The Magic Stone is too mysterious for the two of us to figure out right now. You should get moving," Uchiha Madara said.
"You want to act now?" Belaque asked Uchiha Madara with a smile. "Didn't you say you were going to negotiate a deal with her? What happened to that win-win situation?"
"Then I hereby declare the negotiations broken down," Uchiha Madara said with a smile. "As expected, in an underdeveloped world like yours, force is the only way to solve problems."
As soon as Uchiha Madara finished speaking, he saw Belaque's afterimage vanish from before him.
Belaque was incredibly fast. Under the illumination of Uchiha Madara's golden flames, he could only see a shadow rushing toward the woman.
The woman still did not move. In the instant Belaque turned, she had reached the woman and reached for her chest.
Though Belaque's eyes were closed, everything around her lay within her perception. She could see it all clearly and thoroughly—more clearly than when her eyes were open.
Just as Belaque thought she was about to succeed, she suddenly felt ice rapidly spreading from her hand across her body.
Belaque swiftly pulled back and retreated.
By then, part of Belaque's arm had already frozen over.
"Are you all right?" Uchiha Madara asked Belaque. "Why is your hand covered in ice?"
"This is a little different from what I expected. My speed doesn't seem to have any effect on her," Belaque said.
"As long as you get close