The two Purebloods stared at Serah's blazing form, wings unfurled, eyes like molten suns, her entire being a furnace of authority and wrath. Their narrowed gazes revealed what they would not say aloud: they should have killed her the very moment she stood bloodied and breathing heavy. They had underestimated her, toyed with her, as Purebloods always did, savoring the hunt more than the kill. And now, that indulgence came back to bite.
But instead of retreating, instead of flinching before the infernal goddess standing before them, they only grinned. Their golden eyes gleamed with sinister light, and the ground around them began to tremble under the surge of their power.
