Before she could finish, Tianlong flicked his finger.
The butterfly exploded.
Not with fire or force—but with a soundless implosion of dark energy. The magical prison shattered like glass, fragments of shadow dispersing into nothingness.
And then—
THUD!
A body materialized in mid-air and immediately crashed onto the supply table right beside Thessa's prone form.
"KYAAAH—!"
The scream was sharp, feminine, and utterly panicked.
Yuna landed hard on her stomach, her face smashing into the wooden surface with enough force to make her teeth rattle. Her ass was raised high, legs spread in an obscene position that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her black latex combat suit—the one she always wore at the academy—was torn. Shredded along the crotch and ass, exposing pale skin marked with faint red scratches from where her own fingers had clawed at herself.
And those fingers—
