Making a move

"Boring..."

Tracy suddenly lost all interest and released her grip on Jiniya's cheeks.

Her hand was fair and delicate, yet she moved as though discarding a doll she had broken.

Several alarming, purplish fingerprints remained on Jiniya's fair skin.

"Just as boring as that dead-faced Michael... no wonder she likes you so much..."

Tracy muttered a couple of remarks, clapped her hands, and had only just looked away from Jiniya.

Her eyes were empty and pure, as though what she had just tortured was not a living person, but a doll without nerves.

This was the natural indifference of a higher life-form toward a lower one, a cruel innocence etched into her very bones.

Suddenly, a silvery-white tentacle with a metallic sheen emerged from the void beside her.

It made no sound.

Tracy's eyes brightened slightly. With a soft "Oh!" she reached out to grab the silvery tentacle.

Her movement was gentle, as though catching a butterfly passing by.

Yet the moment her fingertips touched the air, space itself seemed to undergo an almost imperceptible distortion.

But the silvery metal tentacle was blindingly fast, whipping around Jiniya's waist.

Then it whisked Jiniya sharply to one side.

As though she had spotted something rather interesting, Tracy smiled, her exquisite face lighting up.

The smile was sweet, yet chilling to the bone.

Then her entire body burst into countless crimson sparks with a bang and vanished.

It was not teleportation, but elemental disintegration.

Her flesh instantly collapsed into the most primitive particles of fire, dispersing into the air, present everywhere.

Silvery-white armor, deeper in hue than mercury yet reflecting a mirrorlike sheen, covered Dago's entire body.

Every plate interlocked at a microscopic level, forming a seamless barrier that shut out every trace of outside influence.

Standing in the void, Dago controlled Living