Let's Imagine: Internal Struggles!

Clora looks at her surroundings consisting of burnt and iced corpses. "… God, this is a disaster… Now I'm going to have to get some more disposables to work with…"

A silver-haired woman appears behind her in an instant, Clora turns around and jumps with fright before performing a small nervous cough.

"… O-Oh you're back… Did you need something?"

Calina looks around before walking toward one of the wide metal canisters and driving her sword into basin. Clora runs forward with her hands raised and widened eyes.

"… W-What are you doing? I told you already that we're working with the royal circle!"

The surface of the metal starts to erode and turn pitch black before it cracks, spritzing the container's liquids from different sides.

"Yes, I heard you. However, I cannot just standby after witnessing the power of whatever you're creating, I hope you understand."