Psychic Overlord

BOOM! Sadistic Flame was almost knocked off her feet by the ensuing explosion, quickly righting herself before looking left and right to make sure no one saw her gaffe. Satisfied that there were no onlookers, she majestically walked into the ruined hall, which was splattered with soot, burn marks, and pieces of flesh all over.

This was the central chamber, where Darren the Puppeteer was holed up. Sadistic Flame could have entered normally and battled the fellow head-on by destroying his flesh puppets one by one, but she decided to be resourceful this time.

By using her old rival as a living bomb, she got the drop on this B-rank esper and turned him into mush.

Or so she thought, until the slabs in the middle of the chamber that had been knocked off from other parts of the walls were forcefully pushed to the side, revealing a young man with pale skin and sunken eyes being carried out by around ten humanoid creatures.

His expression was full of fear and shock, as well as relief for surviving a disaster, seeing Sadistic Flame, who was standing there with one arm akimbo, her expression one of an irritated frown. The young man was furious.

"You wretched woman, how dare you harm my darlings?!" He roared in a wheezing voice, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

Sadistic Flame was not impressed. "Pfff, what a strange freak you are. Calling those corpses ’darlings’? Do you also fuck them too?"

Darren’s face became red as he pointed forward. "Kill her! I wanted her to be turned into a flesh puppet!"

The ten humanoid creatures lurched forward, their grotesque forms stitched together from various corpses, reeking of rot and decay. Their empty sockets and disjointed limbs twitched as they sprinted toward Sadistic Flame, their sharpened fingers poised to tear her apart.

Sadistic Flame sighed dramatically, tapping a finger against her cheek as she watched them approach.