"Dammit, damn it...!"

Creak.

The ground, made of an alloy that can withstand the weight of a tank, began to crumple under the pressure of human fingers, leaving behind fingerprints.

Her fingers, slender and delicate as snow, seemed incapable of holding anything heavy. But with the immense force in her grip, the ground buckled, and the skin on her fingers tore, repeatedly healing and splitting in seconds. Her nails would lift and then reattach over and over.

It was the outcome she had anticipated. But the pain was beyond anything she could have imagined.

It was a gamble she had never attempted since her body changed.

The limits of the blood she could control—limits she had learned through continuous real combat—were far exceeded. What she knew as the total amount was now multiplied several times, no, at least ten times more than she had ever expected, as she summoned and used that blood all at once.