Can you feel it? This pontifical bestowal.
The Witch's actions are so natural that apart from that undeniable resolve for slaughter, there's not even a hint of emotions like disgust.
And although it's unclear if the prisoners have once again exploded under psychological pressure, Fu Qian is very aware that their physiological stress is like a candle in the wind.
"Ugh—"
This time, Lord Inner Diplomat only had time to make a brief comment before entering the exclamation phase.
The stars spilling from the Witch's hands once again have gathered with their countless identical counterparts into a dark galaxy.
And in the direction where the galaxy surges, fog, blood, insects... all things seem to be hugely drawn, suddenly slowed.
Inversed with distance, yet not truly the gravity of celestial bodies.
