Polina turned her back serenely and left, leaving Gaslin behind.
"Baby..."
Gaslin clenched his fists, as spacetime gradually resumed its flow, he looked up, his face filled with indignation:
"What's the joke? Turning your back on the day that's out to kill you—how contemptuous!"
He raised his hand, and his eyes once again radiated golden rings:
"Die!"
Gravity lifted huge rocks and roof tiles from the ground, molding them into meteors, hurling them into the sky and plummeting towards Polina with fierce speed.
Bam—!
Gaslin's neck was suddenly grabbed, and the Blacksmith silently lifted him off the ground, swinging a fist to shatter the boulders into pieces.
Scorching fragments fell like torrential rain, with Polina standing calmly on the ground, allowing the shards to brush past her body and leave, she slightly tilted her head and said indifferently:
"My bottom line is not to touch the baby, but it's different for everyone else."
