367 Metamorphic Dream Man, exterminate!

"Stop talking, please, stop talking..."

Onizuka felt the silhouettes around her continuing to stretch upwards, growing taller and taller, steadily closing in on her.

Yet she didn't know how to resist.

Just when the crowd seemed about to swallow the little witch, she heard a familiar voice calling her name from outside the crowd.

"Onizuka!"

A light indigo blade swept past before her eyes, accompanied by a vast expanse of bright yellow lightning arcs, splattering irregularly like a spiderweb.

Wherever the blade passed, lightning struck.

The suffocating, layered shadows in front of her vanished in an instant, leaving behind only dark fragments.

The little witch didn't immediately grasp what had happened.

She only felt herself bump into someone's arms.

On them, there was a scent that brought her a sense of security.

"Onizuka." The familiar voice rang in her ears once again.

The little witch was dazed for a few seconds before she came to her senses.