"It seems like you really want to die," Carlotta furrowed her brows, extending her hand, which slowly tightened its grip.
The enormous hand, formed from the blood-coloured mist, also tightened.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Ack! Um..." Noan clenched his teeth, his face contorting in pain. He could clearly feel his bones being crushed, his internal organs being compressed to the point of nearly exploding.
Then...
BAM!
His body was crushed, bursting into a heap of blood and flesh.
However, just a few minutes later, he recovered once more.
Noan sat on the ice, breathing heavily, and said, "Could you stop this? I'm running out of clothes to change into."
Carlotta furrowed her brows, looking at Noan in confusion. "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it the first time we met," Noan complained as he changed clothes. "You've ruined four sets of my clothes already."
