Bab 916: Yours, you say?

That was it. 

Miguel's eyes fell on the hole a step before him. Giselle's ability was associated with gravity. She could control it as much as she pleased and by that. She could concentrate on the gravity in one place, just like what she did now. 

It was a tricky ability, something only Giselle could control.

"Damn it!" Marsella shoved Morro away. "Why did you — fuck you, Giselle!"

Marsella's eyes glinted with murderous intent as soon as she caught the hole in her spot previously. If not for Morro, she would've been split in half. Now, she felt like she owed Morro for this. She didn't like that.

"What a destructive ability," commented Aries, darting her eyes on the hole and Giselle. "I'm impressed."

"Get out of here. Our priority now is the wolves running amok in the capital." Giselle ignored everything, directing her orders to Miguel, London, and the council. "You are not needed here."