Ethan's body had already started to break apart.
Black particles skipped across space, appearing behind Lopsy—ready to stop that blade.
But Andona was faster than anyone expected.
She didn't even turn her head.
The golden blade in her right hand snapped around behind her, carving a sharp arc over her shoulder—and cleanly skimmed across Lopsy's neck.
Sssht!
Cloth split.
The stitches connecting head to body blew apart, thread and stuffing spraying outward.
Lopsy's head separated.
Her colossal form lost support and shrank instantly, collapsing back into an ordinary little rag doll that drifted lightly in the air.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Residual attacks struck around her.
But Lopsy's presence didn't vanish.
The scattered scissor fragments thinned into needle-fine pieces—like thread and pins—darting around the break and stitching her head back onto her body at a terrifying speed.
