Beginning's arm moved.
"So fast?!" the Lumin Mothkin's eyes widened.
The enormous palm changed direction in midair with a speed completely incompatible with Beginning's size.
"No!"
Bang!
The hand struck it directly.
The Lumin Mothkin became a golden blur as it was slapped across the meadow. Its tiny body tore through the grass, bounced once, then again, before finally smashing into the ground hard enough to create a long trench.
For several seconds, it didn't move.
Then one trembling wing slowly rose from the crater.
"…What kind of giant moves like that?"
It had only just forced itself upright when the air beside it shifted.
A fair hand emerged from seemingly nowhere and closed around empty space where its neck had been a fraction of a second earlier.
The Lumin Mothkin's wings exploded with golden light. Its body blurred. By the time the hand closed, it had already escaped several metres away.
The creature twisted in midair, staring back.
