"A mechanical lifeform? So he refined the Gastro‑sac Transmuter. Not a bad choice." Pitiless noticed the Dark Golden Golem, her eyes lighting up as she realized how Nalorin Sylvia had dispelled the Passion-Severing Mantra without being affected.
"What a pity. I'll need some time to rebuild the Passion-Severing Mantra. These two beauties are both at the Divine level—they should be able to bring forth even stronger life." She glanced at Maiev and Nalorin Sylvia and murmured; she wasn't planning to kill them.
Then her gaze moved to Johnnie—or rather, to the giant axe in his hands.
Buzz!
Pitiless gave a slight wave. The axe slipped out of Johnnie's grip and flew toward her.
"With Skye's great axe, this Dragon Pulse will be mine for sure!" Feeling the power inside it, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.
But suddenly, the axe burst with terrifying power, and waves of flame swept over her.
"Huh? What's going on?" Startled, Pitiless let go of the axe on instinct.
Whoosh!
