The sun had already set, and night had risen. The clouds hanging over Gotham had been blown apart by the wind, allowing white moonlight to fall.
The black cat hiding in a corner of Wayne Manor looked around as though it had suddenly awakened. Then it stood on two legs, its body gradually growing larger as the black fur receded and turned into soft skin.
The scene resembled a monster transforming in some old legend.
Though it was not far from the truth. Faust had not lifted the magic at all; instead, he had casually improved it.
He had turned it into a curse. The difference between magic and a curse was no small matter.
Only a master of dark magic like Faust could alter an already fixed magical structure and achieve such exceptional results.
But the person involved was not in such a wonderful mood. Selina already wanted to chop Faust into eight pieces.
She swore she would do exactly that, using the bone cleaver from the kitchen counter to hack him to death!
When she turned into a cat, Selina had felt a tiny bit of novelty. But when she truly became a cat without human consciousness, Selina only wanted to die.
What had she done?!
Selina did not want to think about how, during the day, she had thrown away all dignity for a little food. That damned playboy had even used dried fish to train her to do backflips.
"Damn it! Damn it!" Like an abandoned and betrayed housewife, Selina bit down on a shirt and cursed those damned bastards with the most vicious words she could think of.
She had to find that spear. She did not want to go on like this. She refused to be a cat without freedom!
Selina quietly stood up,