"P-Please! S-Spare us! We were forced to do this!"
The head chef's voice was a high-pitched, warbling mess of terror, his hands slick with the blood of his victims as he raised them in a pathetic gesture of supplication.
Behind him, his assistants scrambled into the corner of the industrial kitchen, knocking over stainless steel bowls and trays of "meat".
"T-That's right! It was Mister! It was all Mister's idea! He's the one who gave the orders! We're just employees! We were just following the recipes!"
Yukina didn't hear them. Or rather, she heard them, and the sound of their excuses only fueled the burning hot inferno roaring in her chest.
She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving as her Karyoku surged to its absolute peak.
Behind her, shimmering with a terrifying, celestial light, two massive, feathery wings materialized—the manifestation of her origin, "He, Who Wrestled With God".
