For a moment, Acheron was pulled into his arms.
Perhaps because she had taken some special medication sometime in the past.
As her mouth was invaded, her body rapidly flushed and heated up, and her gaze gradually became unfocused.
She Was Still That Same Piece of Trash, Without the Slightest Change
The atmosphere gradually heated up. Just then, a faint rustling sound quietly came from behind them, instantly alerting Acheron.
She abruptly shoved Russell aside, sprang to her feet with agile speed, and fixed a blazing gaze on the source of the sound.
Following her line of sight, Russell saw Herta sneaking around, ether particles surging between her fingers. She was clearly trying to edit dimensional data.
The woman wore a focused expression, her intentions obvious. She was clearly planning to use an Emanator's noble passive ability to control Imaginary Energy and directly open a dimensional jump to flee.
Yet before she could complete even the slightest edit, Acheron had already appeared silently behind her like a ghost.
"Ms. Herta, where are you in such a hurry to go?"
The sudden greeting made the ever-alert genius miss freeze on the spot. She slowly turned around, and an innocent, foolish smile like Theresa's bloomed across her face.
"Ah, haha, n-no, it's nothing. I was just drawing casually over here."
There was a trace of panic in her voice.
"But the movements of your hands look more like you're editing posture data." Someone beside them exposed her in one sentence.
Acheron swiftly grabbed Herta by the collar and easily dragged her over beside Russell.
Herta struggled, trying to hurriedly sketch out a few more strokes, but a scabbard had already been placed coldly against her throat, forcing her to stop.
Perhaps Acheron suspected Herta might use a puppet double to escape?
She