Sia had no room to maneuver on the narrow platform. She raised her arms to protect her face.
The acidic splash struck the left side of her waist and her left leg.
Tssssssssssssssssss!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
The scream that tore from Sia Novilth's throat shattered the stillness of the floor, overpowering even the moans of the suspended patients.
It was not a scream of anger; it was a scream of pure, raw, devastating human pain—completely detached from the cold, killer persona she embodied.
The S-rank acid did not just dissolve her elegant white outfit.
It devoured the light tactical armor beneath it in a fraction of a second as if it were paper—and reached her porcelain-white skin, burrowing into it!
The smell of roasted human flesh filled the air, suffocatingly thick. The skin melted instantly, exposing red muscle that began to char and blacken grotesquely, while the acid dissolved blood vessels, trying to reach the bones of her pelvis and thigh.
