"Hmph, what a waste of time."
The woman said, casually flipping her obsidian-black hair as she turned around and walked away. With a flick of her black rubber-gloved finger, the "thread" she controlled quickly coiled around her wrist, just like usual.
"Ignore this idiot's corpse and just continue—"
But just as she was speaking to the people around her, she noticed an anomaly. None of them were looking at her. Instead, they were staring ahead, fear visible in their eyes.
"—Huh?" She, Gulatrix Vorvain, grew furious. "You damned worms dare ignore my—Gula's—words?!"
However, even after releasing a wave of her Qi to intimidate everyone nearby, no one responded. They still continued to stare behind her, fear burning brightly in their gazes.
"Fuck! What's with staring at a corpse—" she started, turning around herself, but cut her words short.
