A touch of crimson appeared in Antonia's eyes as he saw a figure standing in the wind. It was a woman, her dark hair fluttering behind her.
She wore a red strap dress, her bare, snow-white skin strikingly visible against the black and blood-colored Wasteland.
The gust of wind blew her skirt, revealing her long, slender, fair legs wildly swaying, intermittently revealed from beneath the hem, her delicate, pale feet clad in high heels, distinctly visible as the red Other Shore Flower spread and bloomed above one of her thighs.
That enchantingly beautiful face was locked onto him, the flowers of the Other Shore blossoming in her scarlet pupils.
An alabaster hand reached out, and in that moment, Antonia felt the threat of death.
Beneath his feet, despite being a surface of reinforced concrete, red Other Shore Flowers bloomed to surround him, with countless flowers tearing into a myriad of petals.
What the hell is this power?!
