Azerak's eyes widened in shock as his punch froze mid-air.
Alayot only looked at him with indifference.
"Who are you?" — that was the only thing Azerak could manage to ask.
Even at his level of strength, how could someone so easily control a peak multiversal being like him?
Then, he saw the figure step forward. Standing beside Alayot was a woman radiating divine allure. She had the curves, the body, the presence — flawless in every sense.
"So, you're the one inside that boy's body?" Linkir asked, snapping her fingers. A chair appeared beneath her, and she sat down gracefully, crossing her legs as she studied the frozen Azerak.
"What? You… a mere low rank 3 being? Controlling me? Impossible! Who's behind this? Show yourself!" Azerak shouted, refusing to believe Linkir was the one suppressing him.
"You are not allowed to speak unless I permit it," Linkir said calmly.
