Leonora's breathing was slow and steady.
Nameless Death stood in silence for a few moments, watching her.
"Wake up," he said. "I know you're not sleeping."
Leonora didn't react.
She lay beneath the silver-leafed tree, curled up with her face half-turned away.
Nameless Death clicked his tongue.
The reason he'd brought her into his shadow was simple.
'If Berserker won't tell me how to access my Cosmos,' he thought, 'then I just need to ask someone else.'
Leonora continued her little act. Her breathing stayed rhythmic. Her presence stayed passive.
"If you keep this up, I'm going to grab your head and use mind control to make you contact your mother," he said plainly.
Still no movement.
He took one step forward.
The next moment, water exploded in front of him.
A dense, high-pressure stream of spinning liquid burst from her palm, sharp as blades and twice as fast.
It tore through the air like it could split the world in half. It crashed into him—
