"You don't need to be so tense, I guess that manual should have recorded my abilities."
Upon hearing this, Jasmine halted.
It seemed that even her meeting with her companion had not escaped the other's notice.
In the hospital ward, someone had acted before her; the air in front twisted together, brief notes pierced the darkness, and everything happened in the blink of an eye—the contorted air passed through the Shadow's body, leaving numerous holes in her.
The next moment, all the holes connected, tearing her body into pieces.
Ink splashed like blood, and in an instant, the ceiling, walls, and floor were stained with black. As the notes dissipated, silence returned to the ward, which still only contained Isabella and Jasmine—the attacker had never shown themselves.
"Aiya, you took it out."
A moment later, the voice of the Shadow rose from under Jasmine's feet.
There was no anger from being ambushed, but rather a playful and cheeky tone.
