Qinrir continued reading a book, while Sera sat in a fancy chair anxiously. Her fingers played along the wooden handrest's carvings, which depicted strange writings and designs foreign to Earth. Bea and Hestia stood nearby, both of them acting stoic to keep Sera calm.
Her eyes kept jumping around the room. She crossed her legs and kept bouncing them, showcasing the stress consuming her body.
She didn't wear the heavy Angelic Metal armor anymore. Instead, along the way, Bea made a similar dress to her own, but she didn't use the same blood-red flowers. Sera's dress had a gentle glow, as the white petals reacted to the Angel's pale skin.
Sera wasn't certain what caused her anxiety. It certainly wasn't the Arachnid standing nearby. In reality, the stress felt foreign, like it didn't originate from her mind... Like something alien was influencing her...
