The young woman's eyes widened in shock as Vogue emerged from the burning wreckage. His clothes had been burned and torn, but his body showed no signs of injury.
"Your talent is impressive too," she admitted seriously, her playful demeanor vanished that second as she turned wary.
Someone who could survive that kind of attack an remained in affected was an extremely terrifying person.
Before she could respond, Vogue grinned and spread his arms wide to both sides. "Before you die, I'll give you one choice. Become my subordinate willingly, or die right here. Your talent is too valuable to simply kill you outright. You could be useful."
She didn't even respond to Vogue and immediately gritted her teeth as she went all out.
Her hand began glowed with a metallic sheen as energy gathered around them. In front of her, pieces of metal began materializing from thin air, assembling themselves in mid-air with multiple clicks like a three-dimensional puzzle.
