Nemesis stood within Amael's new body—in the world inside.
She had gotten what she wanted in the end.
A new body. Stronger. A perfect Vessel for her beloved Samael. A body that Nihil's filthy hands had never touched, with no trace of his influence anywhere.
That was what she had wanted.
But it wasn't what she had wanted most.
No…
Nemesis's smile twisted as she stepped deeper into Amael's soul world.
She had never been allowed this far before. In the previous Amael, Nihil had shielded him from every outside influence, especially from her. Every time she tried to reach, she had met a wall.
Now there was no wall.
Now, she could finally see Wrath—and the Aithra.
She reached out her hand, her figure slipping into the darkness that made up Amael.
"Samael~" She whispered.
Her eyes, hidden behind the black blindfold, seemed to glow with anticipation.
Then she saw it.
And froze.
Sloth was there.
Wrath was there too—but wrong.
"No…"
