"I… will not… be a subordinate…" Valisera gasped, her eyes rolling in their sockets.
"You accuse me of weakness? You slip free because I bled? Because I fell in the street like a human and took a bullet from the Voliders' insects?"
She began to laugh.
A hysterical, broken laugh—so terrifying it made me want to retreat and flee this cursed basement, never to look at her again.
It was the laughter of despair fused with sadism.
Valisera raised her right hand, trembling and covered in her own blood.
"You think you can control me through physical pain? You think you can threaten me by tearing my body apart from the inside?"
Her crimson eyes ignited with a demonic glow. She no longer looked human.
She looked like the embodiment of pure nothingness.
"Then… let us suffer together, you wretched entity."
Crack… whoooosh!
Flames ignited in her palm.
Dark blue flames.
The searing fire that melts titanium and devours Eitra as if it were dry paper.
