Maya tried reflexively to exert her telekinetic force.
However, her magic didn't even flinch.
It was because Papiflax's resistance hadn't been overcome yet.
Unable to use magic, she wasn't exaggerating if she said she was the weakest person in this ballroom.
Her body collapsed into Arno's arms without resistance.
At the same time, a thudding sound erupted behind her.
Maya turned around.
It was a sticky, reddish liquid, similar to blood.
It seemed to have poured from the ceiling, judging by its elongated shape.
It writhed, covering Professor Pyrene's body.
As if it was living creature.
"Wh-what is this, wh-what, this, th-this… ugh!"
The viscous liquid constricted her throat and sealed her nose and mouth.
The more she struggled, the tighter it squeezed her body.
If Arno hadn't pulled Maya away, she would have been ensnared too.
Screams erupted from all sides.
"What is that?"