Dierella emerged from one of the rooms, her form nothing like the one she usually wore. Her wings were fully extended now, larger, darker, the membranes veined and powerful. Two twisted horns curved from her head, sharp and unmistakably real. Her skin had taken on an ashen hue, veins standing out vividly beneath the surface. She wore nothing at all, her body raw and terrifying in its divinity.
In her arms was Minne.
Minne's hands were bound in heavy chains, the links trailing back into her bedroom. Dierella walked forward in silence until the chains reached their limit. She stopped, lifted her gaze to Mana, and stared at her with pure rage.
Then, one by one, Dierella grabbed the chains and crushed them in her fists. Metal groaned and snapped apart like brittle wire.
She carried Minne the rest of the way into the living room and gently laid her unconscious body on the table.
