Hermes clenched his fists, and the crimson threads tightly bound Mrs. Andersen with no gaps constricted further.
Before their eyes, thick black liquid began oozing out from her body. The more Mrs. Andersen struggled, the tighter the threads coiled around her—like a fish thrashing helplessly on dry land, her frantic movements only made her restraints dig deeper.
Liam cheered joyfully, "Amazing, Hermes!"
He looked like he could burst into a cheerleading dance immediately.
Hermes ignored Liam's outburst. His pitch-black eyes suddenly turned bright red, and as though his blood had been poured into them, the flickering scarlet threads around Mrs. Andersen now gleamed with a vivid, blazing crimson—burning fiercely in everyone's sight.
"Whoosh!" Flames suddenly erupted from Hermes's fingertips, racing along the threads and igniting Mrs. Andersen's entire body!
Groans and the stench of burning flesh filled the air. Fresh blood flowed freely as Hermes's face grew paler and paler.
