No one regretted this more than Nicole Vazquez. Her face was still frozen in an expression of smug pride—the look of someone certain of victory, proud to be leading the Vazquez Race to its former glory.
But now, she wanted nothing more than to slap herself across the face.
If they had just arrived half an hour later—no, even if they had just delayed their attack by ten minutes—she and her people wouldn't be trapped under the influence of the out-of-control forbidden item.
'But what now?'
This was likely the question on everyone's mind. Unless some outside force intervened, it seemed there was no escaping their fate today.
Just then, Director Nifa, the only person present who could still move, collected herself. She did her best to keep her voice steady. "Attention, everyone. It will prioritize killing anyone whose expression changes. Also, when it activates its ability, you will be forced to participate in a performance with it, similar to an old-fashioned circus act."
