"Alright… playtime is over." Tyla exhaled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. The intoxicating sweetness in the air still lingered, but her expression had turned serious. She reached for Yumina, who was still lost in that hazy, enchanted trance.
"Don't resist," Tyla whispered gently, her hands firm on Yumina's shoulders.
Yumina's eyes fluttered open halfway, her voice soft "Be gentle…"
But before the words could linger, Yumina vanished —Tyla had already sealed her within the safety of the pocket dimension.
Tyla stood alone in the middle of the flower field. Her breath came out as a pale mist, and her eyes, now glowing faintly, swept across the endless stretch of pink, frost-tipped roses. Her divine sense surged outward like a flood breaking free of its dam. The ground trembled faintly, and every flower quivered under the overwhelming pressure of her aura.
