An Elite's Nightmare

It took every ounce of courage for Roy to resist raising his hands in surrender.

Every hair on his body stood as his arms twitched. Unable to resist the urge any longer, he was about to give in to the pressure and—

"Don't even think about it… if you know what's good for you." Ciara interrupted his actions.

"Eeeekkk!!!" Roy shrieked.

From her piercing gaze, the boy knew she was serious. Remembering the awful state the Lower Class Elite had been in after attempting to surrender, Roy lost the will to raise his hands.

If he so much as tried… would he also be assailed with the indescribable pain the previous guy had experienced?

"Just stand there and be a good target. You can choose to struggle too. Although, It makes no difference." Ciara smiled at her foe.

Could he even be called that at this point? All she saw when she looked at the trembling figure of Roy… was complete fodder!

The girl, already completing her transformation, now stood on her spot.