Every question Tina asked was like the sinister whisper of a demon from the depths of hell, mercilessly battering the psyker's fragile eardrums.
Whenever Tina spoke to him, the psyker could not help but tremble all over. A bone-deep chill slithered into his heart like a venomous snake, spreading through every limb and bone.
"M-My lady, please show mercy! Everything that just happened was truly nothing more than a terrible misunderstanding!"
Though his body was wracked with tremendous pain, the psyker still forced out a fawning, ingratiating smile, hoping to earn Tina's forgiveness.
To save his miserable life, he no longer cared about dignity or shame, babbling endlessly to Tina with words he did not mean.
Yet Tina showed not the slightest softness toward such a cowardly man. The corner of her lips curled into a scornful sneer.
"Hmph! Only now do you know to admit your mistakes and beg for mercy? If you ask me, people like you are inherently vile and shameless. Even if you were allowed to keep living, you would only waste food and air."
Tina stared expressionlessly at the trembling psyker in her hand, as if he were utterly insignificant.
Faced with the psyker's desperate pleas, she remained like an icy statue, unmoved, without showing even a trace of pity.
After coldly tossing out those words, Tina gave him no further response. Her arm muscles tensed, erupting with immense strength as she threw a punch without hesitation, driving it straight into the unfortunate psyker she held.
A chilling crack rang through the entire space. Under Tina's thunderous blow, the psyker's head burst apart in an instant, turning into a scarlet mist that danced through the air like a blossoming flower of death.
Then, with a dull boom, Tina slammed the corpse, now broken in two,