There was something about Lory's smile make her movement halt, then a chill crawled up Myra's spine. That smile was, those eyes...something is not right. Perhaps she is just pretending, the last defiance of someone about to die.
Myra assured herself, however, every fiber in her body screamed to run as far as she could, before it was too late...
Too late?
Lory's lips parted, her voice low and cold, carrying a weight that didn't belong to someone on the brink of death. "Li Xin," she murmured, calm as still water. "Your turn, honey."
Glass shattered into countless pieces.
The impact was deafening. Windows burst apart in a storm of shards that sprayed through the villa, glittering briefly before raining down. Furniture toppled and splintered, tables overturned, walls cracked under the pressure.
The blood-veined flower was annihilated in an instant, its vines ripped apart, its petals shredded and burned away into ashes, completely erased as though it had never existed.
