"I have no such intention—"
Russell immediately called out loudly, without hesitation.
But it seemed to be a little too late.
Glass's eyes, no longer clear as crystal, dimmed completely, like the murky waters on a rainy day.
And the surrounding ultramarine, like a rapidly changing Rubik's cube, suddenly inverted to a deep red.
The next moment.
Glass's body—
—ruptured abruptly.
Like a tattered doll sewn together, torn along the dotted line; it was as if a glass figurine had shattered into pieces.
Her entire body suddenly fragmented.
Her eyes dimmed and cracked.
Her cat ears were torn off.
Only a small segment of her tail remained at the base.
Her skin was chaotically cracking all over, yet no blood flowed out. Instead, it resembled a cloth doll ripped apart by a child, tattered and torn.
After splitting, she even "grew larger" as a result.
The gaps in between were filled with the ultramarine flames.
