[Location: Empire State Building, New York]
Meanwhile, at the front of the Empire State Building, three figures could be seen… arguing?
"Great! Now only Ariandal, Aurellie, and Regalia are left stuck in Hell." The one with long pink hair huffed dramatically, arms crossed under her chest as a seductive aura rolled off her without effort. She shot a glare at the purple-haired girl. "And you said this plan was foolproof."
The purple-haired girl — petite, elegant, with an icy expression bordering on permanent irritation — slowly turned her head with a deadpan stare.
"I didn't say foolproof," she corrected calmly. "I said mostly stable. Mostly."
The pink-haired one gawked at her. "AREN'T those the same thing in magic-talk?!"
"No," the purple-haired one replied, dead serious. "Not at all."
