An existence said to rival the divine itself had appeared!
Aboli floated in the distant sky, lowering her gaze upon Violeta. The wind tossed her hair into a ghostly silhouette, yet her eyes remained visible—eyes of pure, radiant silver, with no whites or pupils. At their corners stretched markings shaped like delicate feathers, long and soft, extending to her ears in a faint blue hue.
She curved her lips, one hand brushing her mouth as her body tilted slightly.
"My, my… your trembling appearance truly makes me pity you. A shame I cannot let you taste more pain, as one of your pursuers should. To let an insect grow to this point is truly the fault of all of Zone 1."
Violeta let out a shrill, reverberating cry, as though it had sensed the threat. The cloak formed of its countless swords suddenly fell away, each blade rising as though alive, floating in the air, their tips all pointed at Aboli!
