Lucy advanced on Bork with deliberate steps, her presence heavy and menacing, casting a shadow over him like the embodiment of death itself. Bork, his body shaking with fear, knew he was cornered. In a desperate bid to save himself, he swung his left fist wildly, hoping to fend her off.
But Lucy was unfazed. She caught his punch effortlessly, her grip like iron around his wrist. With a calm, almost detached expression, she applied pressure, and in an instant, his left arm disintegrated into ash, leaving only his head and torso intact.
Bork's breath hitched, his eyes wide with terror. "Please... no... you can't kill me!" he stammered, his voice quivering with desperation, his gaze darting around as if searching for a way out.
