Lynn listened to her words, then said coldly, "Are you finished?"
Marfa's soul hurriedly nodded within the containment space, her eyes fixed tightly on Lynn.
As though waiting for an answer—an answer as to whether she would still be allowed to exist.
Lynn smiled faintly, raised his right hand, and gave a gentle wave in her direction, as if bidding farewell to an old friend.
"Since you're finished, say goodbye to this beautiful world."
His tone was light, but his words were icy to the bone.
He had gone through so much trouble to capture her. How could he possibly let her go over a few pleas for mercy and a little seduction?
Marfa's expression changed completely in that instant.
The carefully polished gentleness in her voice and the deliberately humble posture she had maintained all vanished.
The edges of her soul began to fluctuate violently. When her soul-voice came from the containment runes, it was more than an octave higher than before.
"Lynn—! You—you bastard!!"
Her words came out in fragments, as though too many sentences were trying to force their way through the same exit, shoving against one another as they rushed out.
"You ungrateful bastard! Why didn't I strangle you to death when you were still an apprentice?! You thankless wretch! You—"
Lynn shook his head and ignored Marfa's madness.
This bitch had already gone insane. Her words were incoherent now; she simply wanted to disgust him in the final moments of her life.
Guided by Lynn's mental power, the containment runes of the Myriad Souls Banner began to tighten, fitting themselves along the outline of Marfa's soul.
The containment runes lit up as she fluctuated violently, sealing both her words and the outline of her soul inside the containment space.
Marfa's soul-outline constantly warped, contracted, and