Without hesitation, Heisenberg dropped into his stance once more.
But this time—he slammed both fists into the ground, unleashing every ounce of his strength.
"Output: 120%!"
A cataclysmic shockwave tore through the palace.
The very earth trembled beneath their feet.
The ceiling collapsed in a deafening crash, swallowing everything in a storm of dust and rubble.
Everything was obliterated—
Except for the space where Madam A stood.
Not a single scratch.
She laughed softly, stepping forward.
"I'm here for you, my dear~"
Her left hand dissolved into an inky-black substance—
And then, with a flicker of motion, she drove it toward Heisenberg's chest.
"To kill you… and savor your blood. ❤️"
Her arm elongated into a pitch-black spear, a weapon of pure malice aimed at his heart.
But just as it was about to pierce him—