The severed body convulsed violently, desperate to rejoin its head.
It succeeded after a brief, jerking motion, the head snapping back into place with a hiss of energy. But before the Plasma could regain balance, its body was caught mid-air, restrained, suspended just above the ground.
"These Plasmas and their thefts have been increasing lately," Frickon announced, his voice ringing loud and cold.
"It wasn't long ago we caught another one trying the same trick."
The frail body in his grasp went limp, the flickers dimming as if realizing its fate.
Across them, the other Plasma, the one who had apparently made the purchase, stiffened, its face hardening.
"W–what? A thief?"
it stammered, voice cracking with disbelief before twisting into anger.
"He dared steal from me… in the Sanctuary? He shouldn't be forgiven."
Frickon nodded violently, his grip tightening.
Then the Plasma spoke again, tone sharp with disbelief.
