"...I will not beg for my life... even if you torture me." Elysia speaks with difficulty. Because of the absurd vitality we have as goddesses, she is still alive and able to talk. It is truly impressive, considering the extensive damage to her body.
However, she made a mistake, and she made it badly. It's almost hilarious that she thinks I'm going to torture her as if I were some stupid animal. Physical torture I reserve for people on whom it works.
"Torture you?... Hahahah— u-urgh..." I stop laughing, spitting blood. I really wanted to laugh in her face because she thinks I'm just going to torture her, but I'm in too much pain to manage it.
'I'd better start soon... I have no time to waste...' I have no ink and no Mana to spend on material creation, so I use my own blood to draw a magic circle on the ground, forming a barrier around us. It's small, aimed only at preventing her soul from leaving here if she dies before I finish what I'm about to do.
