The moment the words left his lips, the blood slowly rose from his hand, floating upward into the air.
Gasps echoed through the hall as the liquid began to morph and twist, coiling like a living thing.
Then it suddenly burst apart—not into mist or scattered droplets, but into three thin, shining lines that shot out of the building like luminous strings, streaking away in a specific direction and vanishing into the distance.
Everyone was utterly shocked. The lines were impossibly thin, like glowing threads, yet they left a clear path behind them.
Mika smiled faintly and turned back to the bomber.
"With how you're acting, for a second I was worried that you didn't have anyone you loved or cherished in your life."
The man's expression faltered. Mika's smile widened slightly.
"But luckily that isn't the case at all."
Before the man could demand an explanation, Mika glanced at Nadia and said calmly.
"You know what to do. Take this as well."
