"Stop."
Mirabella came to an abrupt stop mid-air, her golden aura flaring as she hovered a significant distance away from Hayatobi and the struggling frontline group. She moved her sharp gaze all over the burning place, her enhanced perception piercing through the thick, unnatural smog, then slowly raised her head to the dark, churning sky.
'So much powerful presence... Why aren't they stopping these things?' She thought, a slight, deeply suspicious frown forming on her face. Her senses were picking up massive, dormant signatures hidden within the atmospheric layers—entities fully capable of erasing this undead plague with a single strike.
'Even those who called themselves Guardians are simply watching the show.' She lowered her gaze, staring coldly down at the red-skinned lady with the umbrella, and the two massive, 10-foot-tall red-skinned zombies flanking her.
