Nonsense (Second Update)

"That woman deserves to die!" Dinah jumped to her feet, her short white hair flying into disarray. Her eyepatch did nothing to hide the vicious glare in her eye.

Her gaze remained fixed on Salomon's wounds. Even Praetorian Guard Zero, standing beside the sofa, could feel the surging heat of her overloaded Alchemy Engine. In an Artificial Human's simple, straightforward worldview, anyone who harmed Salomon was no good person. Those who committed such a crime deserved to be shredded into minced meat by a Chainsaw Sword, shot with ten thousand Explosive Rounds Guns for twenty-four hours, impaled upon steel thorns and bombarded by the two thousand Macro Cannons in the warehouse, burned to ashes by flamethrowers, and finally hanged. Dinah had never considered that an ordinary person should have died during the first punishment. Reality could not stop her from imagining all manner of punishments for her lord's enemies—and putting them into practice.

She swore a blood oath. She did not care what Hela's identity was or what role she played in Salomon's plans. Anyone who made her beloved master bleed had to be punished. That uncontrollable rage raised enormous waves in the Sea of Souls, like a black shadow churning within a frozen abyss, interrupting the once-peaceful song of souls. Like a sharp staccato note, it struck the web of minds like a heavy hammer. Whether they were in the manor or far away in the City of Immortals, the Artificial Humans all felt the rage coming from the void. They did not know where it came from, but the venomous thoughts roiling through the Sea of Souls continued to draw closer to their souls.

Until the Arcanist gently stroked her cheek with a hand stained with dried blood.

"Calm down," he said.

The rage subsided. The blinding light