Irene's eyes turned into a vivid, glowing blue, and in that instant, all color drained from her face.
"W-what… what are you…?" she murmured, her voice trembling and breaking under the weight of sheer disbelief.
Her hands quivered as she kept her gaze locked on Nia, unable to tear herself away from the infinite, consuming depths of obsessive love she saw there — a boundless abyss that felt as though it could engulf entire existences just to hold on to what it craved.
She dragged her gaze over to Vaeloria, and her legs almost gave way beneath her.
In that moment, she didn't see the fox—she saw a dazzling, ever-shifting light forming into shapes of swords, spears, and bows that made her stomach churn.
It wasn't just raw power she was seeing—it was the embodiment of weaponry itself, as instinctive and unyielding as drawing breath.
When her eyes landed on Kaguya, she let out a shaky, horrified breath.
