"The company's intelligence was spot-on," the blonde woman said with a smile. "Legend has it that the Black Flame Clan loves self-destruction and holds a passion for death, sometimes even suppressing their basic survival instinct. No wonder such a powerful race is at the same time so fragile..."
She sized up the young man. "As it happens, I don't feel like wasting my energy either. You're already at the end of your rope—if you want to die, go ahead."
Originally, she had intended to lie in wait for a chance to kill him in a single strike, but after using her psychics to eavesdropped on the conversation between the boy and the communicator, she naturally had no desire to squander the energy she had worked so hard to accumulate.
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