Hide stared at the stump where the assassin's head had been.
The rotting stench of cursed flesh and freshly vaporized marrow was thick enough to make his throat itch.
Every single thread of information he desperately needed about Sihue clan had just been permanently erased from existence.
He had spent an entire hour tying this bastard up, only for the man to turn himself into a glorified execution wall display.
He couldn't leave the bathroom looking like a slaughterhouse. It would only take a moment for any of the sensors to report something is wrong.
Hide looked down at his wrist, where the translucent, elastic strand of the tool slime ball was still attached.
"Expand," Hide commanded mentally. "Create a cube around me and the chair."
The slime reacted instantly. The dark, jelly-like substance slid off his wrist, hitting the wet floor tiles and expanding with unnatural biological speed, forming a dense, rubbery layer that completely isolated them from the environment.
