Although the phantom immediately begged for mercy, desperately clinging to the slightest chance of survival, Liora appeared not to have heard him.
Not only did her movements not stop, but they became even fiercer.
The cosmic dust continuously ground away at the phantom's body, tearing off fragments of his soul and drawing out agonized screams.
Only when his body had become so faint that it looked like a flickering candle did Liora finally stop.
She did not withdraw the cosmic dust.
Rather, she condensed it into a prison that completely sealed the phantom.
Then, looking at it, she finally took the initiative to speak.
"What do you mean by 'Era'?"
"And who erased the information about it?"
Her words brought the phantom back to reality. It recovered almost instantly from the previous torture.
As it looked at Liora, its eyes turned bloodshot.
Not from hatred or fear, but from the madness born from endless years of solitude.
