Something felt strange.
"....."
From the moment Nikolai entered the strange laboratory, the peculiar feelings in his chest faded. It wasn't like he magically became calm and immune to all distractions or emotions, but rather like something suppressed them.
He watched Madoka's movements.
Her movements carried the feeling of both seduction and danger.
"Like a snake....!"
His eyes tracked the arc of Madoka's spear, the black bodysuit cutting her outline against the silver-white floor. The monsters that rushed her weren't the usual arena fodder. They were full-blooded, half-crazed things, eyes glazed in a feral haze, attacking her with claws and fangs ready to rip and tear.
I cannot let my guard down.
This woman wasn't a simple enemy.
The scene before him proved that clearly.
