"What beautiful eyes you have. I feel a deep connection with them. Why not dig them out and gift them to me?" Loki's voice carried a strange allure, like the song of a siren, urging compliance without question.
Madelyn's gaze began to lose focus as she raised her hands, trying to pluck her eyes out.
"Loki! If you have the guts, fight me head-on. What's the point of these cheap tricks?" Rachel shouted, slapping Madelyn's shoulder. A unique bloodline pulse radiated from her, dispelling the seductive influence emanating from Loki.
"An ancient succubus bloodline? Fascinating! No wonder it's said the end of an era brings a wild revelry—I even encounter such rare bloodlines!" Loki's eight eyes focused on Rachel as he burst into laughter, his grotesque mandibles twitching in anticipation of a feast.
But before he could act, an intense chill surged from Leslie, freezing the white webs around them and even trapping his spider legs in blocks of ice.
