All the bandit saw in Claire's eyes was an absolute contempt almost to the brink of indifference, that and a rising tide of purple Arcana. At that moment, time seemed to slow down, and the bandit could walk through the valley of memories, seeing all those moments that led him here.
Almost as if she sensed the gallery of mistakes and sins that were taking place in the bandit's mind, Claire broke through that brief moment. Claire released all the kinetic energy absorbed by the mirror of spite but not before amplifying it with a blast of Arcana.
Telekinetic shrapnel tore the bandit's torso to pieces, scattering his internal organs and blood all over the bandits tied up behind him. Claire, on the other hand, was still intact as her absolute territory took it upon herself to prevent the blood from splashing all over her.
