X-97 straightened slowly, fingers loosening as the last threads of memory slipped away from her grasp.
"Now… I have enough to see the full picture," she sighed.
The clearing around her no longer resembled a battlefield so much as a crime scene.
"I will admit," X-97 continued, gaze unfocused as she sorted through what she had stolen, "I was skeptical of Young Master's plan."
"But with this knowledge…" she went on with a tint of admiration in her voice, "…it is clear now. What he constructed with so little information was just brilliant. It was intuition refined by genius."
With a flick of her wrist, mana surged, and a spiral of water bloomed around her, rising from the air itself and washing over her body in a controlled torrent.
Blood that smeared her entire frame slid away in seconds until there was nothing left but clean skin and damp fabric.
