CrossRoad · Face to Face - I
"...Miss Marlowe," Aridhill inquired, his voice hoarse in the blood-scented office, "Is there... anything else you require?"
"Hmm? Oh, no, that's all," Seraphina waved dismissively.
"I won't interfere with your future actions, even if you wish to take control of this city. Just don't be foolish enough to end up like those two on the floor."
She gestured towards the corpses with her chin. "I won't be lingering in Dispute Fortress any longer. Whatever you choose to do is your own affair."
With that, she strode towards the exit.
Aridhill instinctively glanced at his comrades, all bearing significant wounds from their battle with Inothea. Yet this tall, youthful girl had dispatched Dispute Fortress's renowned fourth-stage extraordinary being as effortlessly as crushing a helpless chick.
Seraphina Marlowe, the immortal monster bearing the power of two pact heads...