Madam A (2)

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—