Koma let out a raw, hysterical laugh, her bloodshot eyes widening as she glared directly into Ethan's demonic smile.
"Do you truly belive that your petty alchemical threats can frighten me?" Koma spat, her voice cracking with defiance. "This tomb curse has been relentlessly mutating inside my flesh, tearing at my meridians and torturing my nervous system for nearly an entire year! I have survived agony that would cause your soft, pampered capital doctors to shatter into pieces! Do you believe I am afraid of a little more pain?!"
"I don't believe you are, no," Ethan replied smoothly, his gravelly voice entirely unbothered as he straightened his posture. "A hardened peak Golden Core expert who has endured a localized curse for a year is undoubtedly a stubborn creature. But tell me, Elder Koma... do you think that your young companions possess that exact same structural threshold?"
