The moment Lu Xiu was hugged by those slender arms, she froze in confusion.
But instinct reacted faster than her brain.
—Cut her down!
No matter what the Witch was doing, first create some distance, then cut her down.
But just as Lu Xiu tried to exert force and raise the Nameless Blade—
She discovered that she could not move at all.
The instant the Witch embraced her—
Fine threads of purple-black magic wrapped around her body. Even the slightest movement was incredibly difficult.
What the hell was wrong with this dungeon?
The BOSS teleported in right away, then hit her with hard crowd control. How the hell was she supposed to fight this?!
Who made a dungeon like this?!
And this BOSS was rubbing against her! Did you see that, System?! She was rubbing against her! Was that reasonable?
Who just served up magic like that?! How was the player supposed to fight? Did I make my dungeons like this?
Tell me how I was supposed to fight!
System!
Say something!
Lu Xiu remained frozen in place, gripping her blade, inwardly questioning the System over and over.
Perhaps sensing the murderous intent that had flared from Lu Xiu a moment ago—
Ellen, with her head buried in the hollow of Lu Xiu's neck, shifted slightly.
Rather than getting angry, she laughed with delight, as if something had just been confirmed.
"You're still the same as before."
Ellen slowly raised her head and stood on tiptoe. Her delicate, gentle face, pale though it was, nearly pressed against Lu Xiu's nose.
No.
Their noses were already touching.
"Do you remember that day? That great fire?"
Ellen's voice was soft. "You were so cruel that day. With one slash, you severed the connection between me and that woman, ruining my plans completely