Let's Imagine: Making your weakness my new strength!

Taro blinks then takes a step back looking at her new surroundings. The floor below her was painted in glimmering gold, along with several long golden pillars reaching up to the seemingly endless ceiling above her head.

Her attention turned to Liza, now sitting on a golden throne with her legs crossed and a smile.

"Only a handful of people have ever been here so please feel very privileged. You've achieved at least, something, meaningful in your pitiful lifetime." Liza concludes with a chuckle.

"Where am I? What did you do?" Taro shouts with a serious expression.

"You're in my domain, girl. Honestly, I thought you would've brought out the potential in that weapon; But it seems instilling those useless values in your head made you weak."

Taro clenches her teeth and dashes forward disappearing in a splash of water beneath the floor.

She then reappears at Liza's side and whisks her blade down aimed at her foe's head.