The potion in Roy's hand spilled all over the ground with a crackling sound.
The corrosive liquid flowed out, instantly turning the grass into scorched earth. A few drops splashed onto her high heels, corroding the pearl white satin into black holes.
Roy kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot across the land emitting pungent white smoke, stopping in front of Soto.
Soto was already kneeling on the ground. The ears of the Mixed Beastman were very sensitive; the moment the potion bottles hit the ground, he sensed Roy's arrival.
In fact, he should have detected the slight change in the air even earlier.
But Soto's mind was too chaotic. He was indulged in filthy and base lustful fantasies, tortured by his own corrupt morality, and thus his perception of the outside world was no longer keen, mistaking the sound of feet trampling the grass for a cat pouncing at a butterfly.
