At that moment, without wasting another second, before Victoria could even process what was happening, she was already on the floor. One moment she stood frozen in fear, and the next, Lisa had moved—swift, sharp, and precise. Her movement was so sudden that no one could even blink before Victoria's body hit the ground with a hard thud.
Lisa's eyes were cold, unblinking. Without hesitation, she reached into her jacket and drew out a whip. But it wasn't an ordinary one. It gleamed faintly under the light—a copper whip, its surface coiled with metallic threads that shimmered with menace. The handle alone carried an air of authority, carved with strange symbols that looked old and deliberate, as though meant for judgment rather than punishment.
Then the room fell into heavy silence. Even the air seemed to tremble.
