Even with her threads digging into his jugular, Luca's mind was intoxicated by the front row view of the strange girl.
His lips parted slightly, and even his pupils dilated.
The smell of winter dew hit his nose and a lush meadow.
This must have been the scent not just from the girl, but also from her ego.
Ego energy possesses the characteristics of physical bodies.
One of such was its tangibility.
When Luca stuck his tongue out, he was certain he could taste it.
In that moment, the coiled wires tightened with a metallic sheen.
Her eyes glowed an otherworldly hue. The kind you would expect from a murderer as she pressed her aura tightly on top of him.
Luca groaned. He felt the strength of the iron and the exact pressure required to decapitate him.
The involuntary calculation startled him, and perhaps, should have scared him.
However, Luca felt simply fascinated by the whole thing.
