"What the hell? I was just standing here, breathing. What's this got to do with me!?"
[Feminine-looking kid, looking barely a day past puberty. Hahaha! That's a good one!] The system mocked as a vein ripened out of Ryuk's forehead.
"Hey, you piece of sh—" he was about to curse out when the cold words rang out once more.
"You've touched me twice now..." Orrelith said, as the group paused, watching her hair slowly begin rising againts gravity, dots of golden light trailing around her figure.
Her actions were minimal, but the incredible aura that followed was as if a god had descended upon them.
The group's face changed massively, as even Mason and Gus slowly retreated backwards, a step at a time.
Orrelith turned, face masked in an absolute cold expression, and she uttered a sentence that resonated within Grozque's soul:
"When next you touch me, I'll be cleaving off your head."
It wasn't a threat.
