A gust of wind, guided by [Absolute Awareness], rushed into a discreet alleyway and blasted the body of one of Bliekon's puppets.
The shadowy shackles that bound its feet held firm, tearing out its legs as it flew backwards into the nearby wall.
—Crackle!
—ZAP!
Lightning fell from the sky, piercing straight through its cranium and spreading throughout its body.
The electricity fried its nervous system—at least, what remained of it—before a fissure suddenly opened up beneath it, swallowing it whole and sending it deep into the Layers Beneath.
Bliekon, who had just escaped using a teleportation array, found herself baffled by the sudden ambush.
In the next moment, however, she gnashed her teeth.
"It's him!"
She recognized the winds and the shadows. The utter lack of mana commanding their movements was a telltale sign. It had been a week, but the words he spoke to her through the shadows still lingered in her ears.
["Incompetent doll,"]
