Lucien sighed deeply, his face expressionless but serious. "We both know you won't, Ophelia."
One of the S-tier Visors who had come with him suddenly began unleashing his energy, as if preparing to attack Ophix.
Lucien noticed this immediately and spun around, shouting, "Don't!"
But it was already too late. The moment the Visor showed his aggressive intent, the Black Witch's glowing eyes snapped toward him, and in that instant, his flesh began peeling away piece by piece, as if it were being melted by molten lava. Within seconds, the S-tier Visor had been reduced to nothing more than a mass of burnt flesh. Even his bones had melted into a semi-liquid state that simply flowed across the ground.
Fear instantly gripped the remaining Visors behind Lucien, and they began frantically stepping backward, trying to put distance between themselves and the terrifying woman.
"My God!" Lucien said, covering his face with his palm in disappointment. "You're still as crazy as ever."
