The battle felt instinctually exhilarating.
Pan Ruiyi clutched Nilu's head, her fingers embedding into her face, inadvertently crushing her facial muscles, fingertips hooking the cheekbones and upper jaw, like gripping a porcelain ball with indentations.
She could've extracted some information. Pan Ruiyi tossed Nilu's head to the ground, watching her body collapse with a crash, her head attached to about a quarter meter of spine.
Did she want to say something before she died?
Pan Ruiyi turned her head; due to the chaotic battlefield, rain started to fall, and she rushed to the rooftop to look down.
Truly wondrous, she thought.
I am standing at the top of the Khalifa Spire.
Xu Yang, Lady Farosa... I am standing at the highest point of this city. Did I succeed in my mission? Pan Ruiyi questioned herself.
No, not yet.
Honma Noriko has not been caught.
She squinted her eyes, observing every detail of Safalai City clearly.
