Murphy knew all too well that if she succeeded just once—creating even the tiniest crack—the chains of dominion that maintained their complex balance might begin to loosen, ultimately leading to an unpredictable collapse.
That wouldn't just mean losing control of Margaret. It would plunge him into a state beyond redemption.
And he wasn't alone. He had Aurora, and Kane...
Therefore, for eleven years, he had never once let his guard down.
VMMM!
The river of green stars in Margaret's eyes grew ever more brilliant—the external manifestation of her Spiritual Power, condensed to its absolute limit. It was a direct reflection of the maximum power of her Magic Model, a result of honing the *Control Human* magic to the point of near instinct.
At the same time, the darkness in Murphy's eyes grew more profound, like a darkness that could encompass all things, end everything—an absolute nothingness.
