The Dark Elf lifted her chin defiantly despite being completely immobilized. A mocking smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"Hah… Why should I answer you?" she said arrogantly, her yellow eyes gleaming with contempt. "You think just because you caught me, I'll start talking like some pathetic little girl? Dream on. I have nothing to say to the likes of you."
Lilith's expression didn't change, but her crimson eyes grew colder.
Isolde stood beside her, arms crossed, watching silently.
The Dark Elf let out a small, arrogant laugh.
"You two are wasting your time. I'm not going to—"
Before she could finish, Lilith raised her hand. One of her threads slowly moved toward the Dark Elf's right hand, wrapping around her index finger like a living blade.
Lilith's voice dropped into a soft, almost gentle tone yet it was filled with unmistakable sadism.
