High above the chaos, Gea watched from the shadows of a shattered observatory, her body trembling, her pink hair matted with dark ichor. Her crimson eyes, once so full of mocking amusement, now burned with fury and disbelief.
Her claws dug into the cracked stone railing as she stared down at the grand hall below. Heroes swarmed around Ernando's fallen form, medics working frantically to stabilize him. The barrier she had so carefully constructed was gone. The monsters she had summoned were dissolving into nothing.
And at the center of it all, that C-rank hero and his Magical Girls stood victorious.
"Damn it," Gea hissed under her breath, her voice ragged. "The plan... failed. I never expected a mere C-rank to have such an impact on the battle."
