"Where is the holder of the Book of Truth?"
The moment the courtesan asked the question, the air in the room solidified, becoming almost tangible, as if the entire world had frozen in place.
Then, the body of the client beside her was instantly flattened by an invisible force, violently twisted into a corkscrew, and finally burst apart, scattering like shredded paper.
But not a single drop of blood was spilled...
Not even a single fragment managed to hit the floor. While the pieces of tissue were still airborne, they were twisted into even smaller corkscrews, then crumbled to dust and dissipated into the air.
As for the courtesan, she, too, felt an irresistible, formless power descend upon her in that same instant.
She—or rather, he—did not choose to resist. Instead, he spread his arms as if to accept and embrace it all.
The next second, his entire body shattered, becoming like the broken mirror at his feet.
