"A futile struggle..."
The body of the Goddess of Bright began to fade, allowing the tentacles to pass through without obstruction. Behind her, the frothy tentacles reformed into the figure of Wayne, who slowly turned her around, pressing his open palm towards her face.
The Goddess faintly sensed the coolness of a breeze brushing her cheek and was startled by the incoming large hand. Confident, she made no attempt to dodge.
Impossible, surely he can't catch me.
The five fingers touched her facial skin, and in the next second, passed through.
At the moment they parted, the Goddess of Bright let out a slight sigh of relief. It was indeed a coincidence, she almost thought Wayne could truly touch her.
It's not that I can't, but it's too fast. Evolution must have its limits; how can one adapt so strongly...
Splat!
