"You heretic bastard,"
Maine solemnly spoke in viciousness while being cloaked in her fiery attire with her eyes shining white. Within her clutches, she slowly strengthened the grip of her fiery arm that was holding the heretic, slowly crushing the mysterious figure.
"You know, I wanted to interrogate you and ask something. It's part of the protocols after all. But we're in a tight spot right now. Whoever looks like an assailant will be eliminated straight away," Maine spoke more coldly gradually squeezing the heretic within her grasp.
In that tense moment, Maine closed the palm of the huge fiery hand.
Splash!
Yet once more, instead of blood gushing out from flesh and bones, if the heretic even has one, the figure merely evaporated into thin air. Soon, he appeared in one of his mirages as he clawed his way out, heaving heavily.
"Kugh!"
