It was a deep realization for her when she understood how easily Clementine neutralized her strongest ability she had created as an Infernal Blightflare Kalthara!
And her too, with but a single sub-ability. The rank gap did not matter. The race did not matter nor did it matter how strong she was; all that mattered was that—before Clementine—Blood kneeled. Existences obeyed.
"Ah? Are we done so soon? I thought you would give me some challenge, little Auguszta, but you disappoint big sister," Clementine teased. Perfectly knowing that the main challenge she would face was always against Varkyros and never against the Burningblight, despite it having evolved too.
Auguszta gritted her teeth, truly not liking what was happening. Moreover, as Aezaleon tried to comfort her, this pain and self-disappointment only intensified. To think she was so weak that her husband was worried about her.
