The festering darkness wasn't like the previous Seeds. Instead of a humanoid shape, it remained ever-changing and disturbing. She felt hatred and malice oozing from the creature's depths.
Sera grinned widely as the hundreds of long tendrils danced around the Seed. Their mesmerizing movements tried to draw away the Angel's attention, yet she wasn't fooled so easily.
Just when dark roots shot out of the ground, she jumped away, her wings propelling her towards the dark mass above. Bea remained attached to her shoulders, but she made herself smaller to make herself less of a target.
A silver dagger appeared in Sera's hand, with deep grooves making the design unstable for normal fighting. However, within the grooves, golden flames began burning brightly, further destabilizing the blade.
Moments later, she tossed the blade into the darkness. She controlled the dagger's molecular structure, letting her purifying golden flames crawl between the bonds between molecules.
