"Hm?"
A spark of crimson light emitted from her pupils, her lips curling into a tight grin as peerless white fangs revealed themselves from the corner of her mouth.
She tilted her head to the side, arms folded, shoulders squared, while the world burned scarlet in her presence.
"Oh? Nicho's so in trouble~"
She whispered, her tone dripping with intense sensual pressure, a gust of warm air escaping it.
Her gaze narrowed as she spun her head to the side, expanding her view. Her attention was drawn to the three girls, wasted, tired, and lethargic. Stuck in a piece of the earth left unscorched by the fiery lava that boiled the rain.
Steam puffs escaped into the air like a steam engine, toothed mists forming in her view.
It served as a blanket, a covering of some kind that hindered the view of others into the carnage and destruction caused by the flames.
Amongst the three girls were Monica Lorientt and Felicia Dreau.
