Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads. Lots of sweat.
Which was especially concerning since the store was pleasantly cold inside.
Just what the heck did Mo Xixi do?
Well - truth be told - it was nothing too complicated.
She had simply used a curse technique that caused excruciating pain across every nerve in the body.
Direct. Efficient. Demonic Cult Standard™.
The kind of ability that said, "Good morning! Let's simulate what it feels like to be skinned alive by a thousand invisible ants."
One of the two - Flinter - started panicking, eyes darting, mouth stammering.
"Wh-Where am I?! Who - who the hell - leader? Are we captured? Are we - ?!"
Then his gaze landed on Kurome.
The black cat, now calmly seated, tail flicking ever so slightly.
The same one that had taken them down like it was nothing.
'Silence.'
Kurome's voice echoed directly into their heads.
And the effect was immediate.
Snap. Instant silence. Their mouths clamped shut. Their spines straightened.
