CHAPTER 61

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Particles of white light finer than sand unfurled with a shushing sound.

The Colors were impossible to discern from reality even for someone like him.

Her spirit must have been gradually eroded and changed without her realizing it.

In this battle, when she gave up whatever was left of herself, her right arm consumed her spirit entirely and took over her body.

It used the soul and spirit of the girl as materials to create what she was to become.

And the result was a colossal white feline beast that stood before them, a conjured version of herself

“Ah, ah, aaah…”

The conjured version of her made wordless noises as if to test its vocal cords. The voice was strange, possessing both a natural and inorganic quality.

“Aaah, ahhh…ahhh, so annoying.”

The nameless conjured beast tilting its head with swift and graceful movements.

“Damned bugs.”