[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
I gave a long-suffering sigh. "Zera…"
!!!
Just then—
"GRANDNEPHEW! IT ME, GRAND-AUNTIE GABY~"
Thunderous voice swept in. I was pretty confused. What about the wards all around the manor? No sound from outside comes inside unless allowed. Heck! No outsider can see the manor; in its place, only a brick wall or a dead end should be visible.
Then who the heck is it?
"Let's see who wants to die..." Zeraphira somehow shed her previous attire, and in its place, a fiery red armour coalesced over her like molten silk, the air shimmering from the sheer heat radiating off her body. Her sleepy, playful demeanour was gone—replaced by that terrifying, primal elegance of the Mistress of Wrath.
Her long crimson hair floated, strands glowing faintly, eyes narrowing into slitted embers. "Who dares disturb our morning?" she hissed, the temperature in the room climbing by the second.
