"Hehe… Hehehehe~"
Morgana and Mary turned back sharply and saw… Aether sat upon her throne with a calm yet sly expression, lounging with an almost arrogant ease as he leaned comfortably against the seat.
"Hmm… this feels strange… too," he muttered. His face sank into the shadows of his hair, concealing his expression until his eyes snapped open, glowing dangerously, burning with a predatory gleam as he looked at them.
Mary's lips curled upward slowly, her voice honeyed with dangerous amusement. "Not bad… not bad at all… I think this is going to be… very interesting," she purred as she stomped on the ground, the chamber trembling beneath her heel.
"Majesty, wait!!" Morgana shouted desperately.
But her plea never reached Mary's ears. The Empress vanished, her form dissolving into a streak of crimson light, and reappeared before Aether in an instant.
