Absurd.
This was Miriael's first reaction after hearing Adam's answer.
Although she was relatively young among Slaanesh's favored, in the ranks of Greater Daemons and Daemon Princes, this was by no means a reason for her to be short-sighted.
Once, in Slaaneshs Sixth Ring's bedchamber, she had a fleeting encounter with the Daemon Primarch Fulgrim.
That was after an intense session of pleasure.
Fulgrim, learning that she had once been a Battle Sister before her ascension, was quite pleased and, in a fit of enthusiasm, personally shared some ancient secrets from ten millennia ago.
Among them, he mentioned that The Cursed One, who was bound to the throne—the Emperor Miriael worshipped before embracing Slaanesh—had personally denied being a god during the Great Crusade, insisting that he was merely a member of humanity.
And now, ten thousand years later, He was bound to the Golden Throne, neither living nor dead, like a decaying corpse, and was absurdly worshipped as a god by an organization calling itself the Ecclesiarchy, which spread its doctrines and dragged the entire Imperium of Man into ignorance and darkness. It was utterly ridiculous.
If this wasn't digging one's own grave, then what was?
Did she laugh when she heard this secret?
Miriael could no longer recall.
But at this moment, she couldn't laugh at all.
An inexplicable emotion welled up in her heart, making her feel a strange sense of empathy with the xenos races easily crushed by the Emperor during the Great Crusade.
This is what a poet holds!
"Alright, ordinary human."
Miriael crouched low, completely shedding her previous frivolity. Her expression was more serious than ever as the blade of agony in her hand pointed directly at Adam, instantly casting all other matters from her mind.
What did it matter what lay beneath this mortal skin, or what was the principle behind that peculiar feeling? Was it a lesser god of the Warp, or some other entity?
No matter what, if she could fortunately capture or kill him and offer him to the lord of pleasure, it would surely greatly please Him!
And so, the next moment.
Boom!
Miriael's foot, which had mutated into a goat's hoof, stomped heavily on the ground.
Chaotic and disordered violent air currents surged forth, their immense impact causing the entire Bridge to shake violently.
Shattered ceramite fragments scattered like a circular rain curtain, and amidst these sounds, even more prominent was Miriael's colossal daemonic body casting a terrifying shadow.
In just an instant, her figure, like a cannonball launched from a barrel, turned into a purplish-red afterimage amidst the sonic boom, rushing straight towards Adam.
During her charge, Miriael naturally passed by the two enemies who had been fighting for a long time, but she neither dodged nor avoided, completely ignoring even their fierce attacks meant to stop her.
The Chainsword and guardian spear forcibly struck Miriael's body, but because their wielders were at the end of their strength, they merely embedded deeply into her flesh, causing no fatal damage.
Closer, even closer.
Over such a short distance, at the speed of a Slaanesh Daemon Prince, if he were truly as weak and powerless as he appeared, he should have been utterly incapable of defending himself.
But even so, Miriael's mind was exceptionally calm, a stark contrast to her usual state.
Suddenly, as if seeing something, her thoughts abruptly converged, and she reacted quickly.
In her vision, a "wall" instantly rose between herself and her target.
It was this "wall" that forcefully halted her charge, causing her figure to pause.
Normally, with the terrifying speed of a Slaanesh Daemon Prince, a wall of any material should not have been able to delay her in the slightest.
But this wall was an exception.
The wall was about three meters high and seven to eight meters wide, glowing with dazzling reddish-white and blue light, emitting a high temperature that subtly warped the air. Even the ceramite floor beneath the wall was melted into liquid by this intimidating heat.
It was a "wall" composed entirely of plasma!
Huh?
Miriael was stunned, and even with all her experience, she felt a little startled at this moment.
How did this thing appear?
And Adam, securely protected behind the plasma wall, merely smiled.
Didn't expect that, did you?
In most cases, abilities related to matter manipulation are the first conscious abilities to manifest in a Reality Warper.
This includes telekinesis, transmutation, and violating conservation of matter.
And now that Adam had successfully advanced to a Level 3 Reality Warper, his matter manipulation abilities had made a leap forward.
This kind of high-intensity reality warping, which was previously impossible, was now effortless for him!
However, Miriael quickly daemonstrated the reaction speed expected of a Slaanesh Daemon Prince.
In an instant, she unhesitatingly twisted her body.
Miriael knew better than she let on what kind of damage she could take and what she couldn't. If she were to crash head-on into the plasma wall, even a Greater Daemon of Khorne, known for its thick hide, would probably melt on the spot.
Her massive daemonic body seemed to be without inertia; with a slight pivot of her feet, she instantly circled around, forcibly avoiding the plasma wall.
What reassured Miriael slightly was that the opponent's speed in creating this wall was clearly not so insane; there was no bizarre situation where the wall extended faster than her running speed.
Finally, Adam's face reappeared in her vision.
Got you!
Miriael's twisted face was filled with ecstasy, her right arm extended grotesquely, the sharp blade pointing directly at the target's neck!
No, it missed!
Her vertical pupils widened.
Facing this attack, which was peak in both speed and technique, Adam's action was simple.
He merely stepped back, avoiding the blade.
However, as Adam moved, the gradually shattering boom of the air sounded, and a sensation as if being in the deep sea slowly enveloped his entire body.
This was not a sign of slowness; quite the opposite... Adam's current speed had already surpassed the speed of sound, and even the air had become an obstacle for him.
How could he be so fast!
Miriael couldn't believe it at all.
Moreover, with her eyesight, she didn't detect any signs of exertion on Adam's body, as if he was naturally supposed to be this fast!
But Adam was somewhat dissatisfied, frowning slightly.
'Is this my limit?'
A bit regrettable.
Different Reality Warpers have different focuses for their abilities.
He clearly remembered that the Reality Warper codenamed "Supersonic Girl" was even mentioned in The SCP Foundation's data as having a record of an astonishing speed of 50,000 m/s.
But he couldn't achieve that at all; barely reaching about twice the speed of sound was probably his limit.
However, it was enough.
Adam unhesitatingly reached out his hand towards the plasma wall he had just created.
His flesh-and-blood hand passed directly through the plasma, which should have possessed extreme heat, and then he firmly grasped it.
He twisted his body, exerted force, and then gave a fierce swing!
A torrent of plasma, surging like a tsunami, instantly covered a large area and rushed towards Miriael!