Hermione shook her head.
"You've lived for thousands of years, and you're still hopelessly lovesick."
"If you can't bear to leave him, go join him."
She raised her hand and clenched it.
An invisible force instantly locked on.
Crack.
The crisp snap of a neck rang out.
The screaming abruptly stopped. Sprite's head tilted unnaturally to one side, and she crumpled limply to the ground.
Two kills in mere minutes.
Clean and decisive, without a moment's hesitation.
Ajak, Sersi, and the others stared at the beautiful girl hovering in midair, a chill creeping down their backs.
This was how the Witch operated.
Hermione swept her gaze over the remaining Eternals.
None dared meet her eyes. Even the most hot-tempered of them, Ma Dong-seok, lowered his head.
Hermione did not attack again.
After all, these people were also on the side of protecting Earth.
Besides, she had plans for them. She would still need their cooperation when the Celestials arrived.
Ajak stepped forward, breaking the oppressive silence.
"Lady Witch, if you intend to stop the Emergence, what happens afterward?"
"The moment Tiamut dies, the Celestials will notice. Once they descend, Earth will still be doomed."
"How do you intend to fool them?"
Hermione was about to explain the details of her plan when her expression suddenly froze.
She whipped her head around toward Ikaris's and Sprite's bodies.
Something's wrong.
Where's my soul energy?!
Hermione's heart sank as she immediately sensed the anomaly.
According to Dark Harvest's mechanics, once a target died, their soul would automatically be drawn to her and crushed into pure soul energy for her to absorb.
Yet neither Ikaris's nor Sprite's soul was flying toward her.
Instead, another force was dragging them away.
The direction was...
Underground!
She had never encountered anything like this before. Without hesitation, she