Kronika holds her hand palm out toward Trunks, glaring intensely. The wave of energy extends from her arm again, seemingly more powerful this time. And then she tries it a third time.

Her expression turns to one of desperate frustration. How is this mortal still moving?

"You...who are you? WHAT are you!? How do I not know your face? How can you exist and not have been part of my design!?"