Within the contracting canopy of sky, the surrounding space spat out the blonde beauty's figure in disgust.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, Rita Rozay-en staggered a few steps before collapsing helplessly to the ground.
Her face alternated between ashen and pale, and her rounded breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing.
At that moment, the girl resembled the cuckold in an erotic comic who had received a videotape from his wife after she had been away from home for months.
Her exquisite, bewitching face was twisted with anger and humiliation, yet beneath those emotions lurked a strange feeling that even she could not describe.
Still, that could not be helped.
Although the power of her Rose Mystic Eyes had allowed her to replace her own existence with a phantom, Rita herself still had to bear the full brunt of the experience on a mental level.
Thus, until the image of a great sun falling, which seemed to linger on her retinas, faded away...
This uncontrollable chill would probably continue to occupy every inch of her body.
It had defied all reason.
Although Dead Apostle Ancestors had overcome the weakness that prevented them from walking in sunlight, that was entirely different from having an actual sun crash down on them.
No, could that strike even be described as a sun in the first place?
Before that attack, which resembled the breaking dawn, she had felt neither the pain of burning nor seen her body gradually vaporizing in white smoke.
The regenerative ability granted by her conceptual immortality had not even reached the stage of taking effect before the annihilation of her existence interrupted the chain.
The planet had shattered like an egg smashed by a fist.
"Ugh..."
Rita covered her mouth and retched.
Merely recalling it a little