The person who emerged from the snowstorm was Daphne.
She looked at Hewinia with a smile brimming with intent, but her eyes no longer held the warmth and naivety of days past, instead revealing an unfathomable abyss.
After being pierced by those silver lines, Hewinia's body was already riddled with holes, but she still instinctively grabbed for the magic wand.
However, before she could make any move, the four Players following Daphne acted first. They solidified the blood gushing from Hewinia's countless wounds into thin lines. These lines spread out in all directions, trapping Hewinia where she stood, and the magic wand she had just picked up fell to the ground.
"You're already in such a state, and you still think about resisting?" Daphne chuckled, "That's so like you... Since that's the case..."
Daphne gave her magic wand a slight shake.
Consequently, the bloodlines were manipulated to slowly lift, suspending Hewinia's feet off the ground.
