"Alright, now that the annoying one is gone, let's continue." Zenobia showed no concern for Luca's life or death, as if she had simply crushed an insignificant insect.
And indeed, it was true. The number of powerful beings who had died at her hands was countless, and Luca didn't even rank among them.
Having said that, she extended her hand and forcefully pressed it against Sophia's forehead. Her patience had completely run out. Even if it meant sacrificing some of her own essence, she no longer wished to waste any more time.
Faced with Zenobia's forced fusion, Sophia seemed to turn into an ice sculpture. She didn't resist in the slightest, and her eyes were void of any life, as if everything had lost its meaning.
But deep within her eyes, something seemed to be brewing, like the calm before a storm.