As Mirabella mumbled incoherent words, her body slowly began to hover, lifting off the ground.
Then, a crimson light enveloped her.
Her vision shifted, she now found herself in a blurry red world.
Though everything around her was barely visible, the intense heat of the place prickled her skin, making her flinch over and over.
She was flabbergasted, stunned into disbelief, when she felt her skin begin to burn.
How could this be happening?
That was the only thought in her mind as she looked around, heart filled with confusion.
She had long surpassed the realm of normal sensation; fire or ice meant nothing to her. Even if she were drenched in kerosene and set ablaze, she would remain untouched.
But now… her skin burned?
These sensations made her realize just how terrifying the surrounding heat truly was.
Or… was she simply weaker than she thought?
As a storm of doubts flickered through Mirabella's mind, a deep voice suddenly echoed, low and guttural, almost like a growl:
