"Taada!"
"What… did you do…?"
"I distracted you." Darkday stepped back, keeping the blade inside of Sofiya. He was obviously savoring the moment as he glanced at her. He felt it, the blade sliding in so smoothly through her flesh and even piercing her spine.
He tilted his head, waiting for Sofiya to collapse… but she didn't fall.
"Hm?" Darkday tilted his head to the other side. His grip on the knife handle remained firm, but something felt wrong. He pulled the blade free and examined it—and it was clean. There wasn't even a single drop of blood.
His gaze shifted to Sofiya, who still stood perfectly upright. And true enough, there was no wound on her, not even a tear on her suit.
"Wh—"
"Why…" Sofiya spoke over him before he could say something.
"Why didn't my powers work?" Sofiya asked, her voice steady despite the tears now streaming down her face.
