To Moli, Elizabeth was nothing less than a nightmare.
She was the very first shadow of this world the ignorant, childish Moli encountered when she first came ashore, a terror that surpassed even that moment on the South Continent when she was besieged by Barbatos and Agares and driven into absolute despair.
But it wasn't just fear—there was anger, there was resentment, all tangled together now, leaving Moli far from calm.
"Oww..."
"It hurts..."
She healed the wounded one by one; her face had gone a little pale, but when she looked ahead at Valentina still carving a path open, and the corpses still climbing up all around them, she forced herself steady again, no longer the helpless girl from five years ago,
"Isa, you break out with everyone. Leave the rest to us."
"...All right."
Isabella nodded, raised her dagger, and darted forward with agile steps. On the other side, Elizabeth's calm, Death God–like voice of command rang out once more,
"Loose."
"Stand down!!"
