In the void, Marfa looked at Lynn with a face full of delight.
Lynn lowered his head, his shoulders trembling slightly. He struggled to remain standing, but he was already on the verge of collapsing.
He extended his right hand. It paused in midair, as though he no longer had the strength even to lift it.
"Marfa... stop..." His voice was hoarse and filled with extreme pain, as if it had been squeezed from the depths of his throat. "Stop... now..."
Marfa's smile deepened as she watched him in that state.
The thrill of turning the tables in a desperate situation made her wear an expression of pure enjoyment. Her body trembled faintly, and she nearly got wet.
A chill ran down Lynn's spine. He quietly took a step back and curled up slightly.
"Stop... stop it! If you don't stop, I won't be polite anymore!"
At that moment, Marfa's breathing quickened. She leaned forward, her face brimming with pleasure as she said,
"After forcing me into this state, you still want me to stop?"
"Kid, blame yourself for being too naive back then. Even if I die, I won't let you get off easy!"
Lynn bent even lower, then raised his head with a face full of pain.
"Damn it! In that case, don't blame me!"
As he spoke, Lynn "reluctantly" extended his right hand. A grayish-white glow traced an arc through the air from his fingertips.
Though the arc was inconspicuous, it was enough to take the life of the utterly defenseless Marfa.
The arc passed through the edge of the formation patterns on Marfa's body. The moment it entered her, her body suddenly stiffened, and her breathing completely stopped.
Her body remained rigid on the ground for a moment. The silvery-white sheen faded from the surface of