Cheers exploded from the crowd once more. Their queen had returned. The beauty was back.
This was a battle between Destruction's servant, who thrived on spreading terror, and Despair's servant, who found purpose in self-sacrifice for victory.
Seraph, servant of Despair, couldn't wield her True Ability, Dormant Flames, without inner sacrifice. Though her outer beauty remained intact despite Clara's brutal attack, blood poured from her mouth.
The flames scorched her from within, forcing perpetual healing of her body while corroding her inner shell, the source of the hemorrhaging.
Still, despite the pain, she kept her head high. Her blue flames lingered on her skin, lending her an ethereal, almost celestial quality.
She gestured for Clara to come to her.
"I'm sorry, but I can't use my sword on you."
She said with a warm smile.
Clara cursed at her.
"You are going to regret it. Again!"
