Even with her hand buried in my chest, I forced my right arm to move.
Swoop!
The Midnight Sword felt like it weighed a thousand tons, but I swung it upward with everything I had left, aiming for her side.
The blade cut through the air with a sluggish whoosh, the edge grazing her waist and drawing a thin line of golden blood.
The Creator Woman laughed at my actions.
Shliiishh~
She pulled her hand free from my chest with a wet sound, golden and black energy dripping from her fingers as she floated backward effortlessly.
Her voluptuous body moved with graceful ease, the purple aura around her flaring as she created distance between us.
She touched the shallow cut on her waist, bringing her finger to her lips and licking the golden blood with a playful smirk.
"Oh my… you still have some fight left in you," she purred, her mismatched eyes glowing with amusement.
"Even with a hole in your chest, you're still trying to stab me. How adorable."
