The roar from the Atlantic had awakened that same fear within the elf.
Yet Erza showed none of it.
Her violet eyes remained fixed upon the open sky as two enormous wings suddenly erupted from her back. Brilliant white dragon-like wings spread outward beneath the moonlight... each one glowing with a pale radiance that made the wings appear almost as though they had been formed from the moon itself.
Sister Mary looked up.
"My Queen?"
Erza bent her knees and launched herself upward.
The force of her departure scattered leaves, dust and broken glass throughout the ruined garden as she shot through the shattered ceiling. Her wings opened fully once she cleared the Agency, carrying her higher until the enormous expanse of Liebus began unfolding beneath her.
Only then did Erza see how far the roar had travelled.
