Prisana, one of the Stellar Masters of Asia, stared at the approaching woman wearing a gothic dress. She could've sworn she separated the Reaper's head from her neck, yet now she approached her with full throttle.
A small sigh escaped Prisana's lips as she watched the scythe moving towards her.
"She should've run away after fooling me. Now I'll have to kill her again…"
Her mumbling got lost in the heavy wind surrounding her body.
The scythe came closer to her body. Prisana saw everything in slow motion and could've dodged the weapon with ease. However, she was too lazy…
The Stellar's stormy eyes glowed gently, and the air pressure around her increased. Her skin became sickly gray, just when the scythe would've met her crotch area.
Prisana changed the state of her body into a gaseous form, so the deadly scythe passed through her harmlessly.
The Reaper stared at Prisana in confusion, but it was too late. Her stormy eyes restricted the gothic woman with her aura.
