"REMUUUUU!"
The voice split through the smoke like a blade.
Remu turned slow, like a storm sensing a shift in the wind. Her red eyes flickered down across the ruined battlefield. Her hair was a whip of flame in the air, soaked in the magic pressure still coiling around her. She floated, feet inches off the shattered earth, and looked toward the newcomers.
Her grin widened.
"Well, well. Look who the cat coughed up this time."
She cocked her head, mocking.
"Ella. Francisca. Mob. Ken. Angel."
She counted them off with her fingers like she was naming dolls.
"But no Lucifer. No Ruka. No Temmy either. A shame. I was really hoping to see the look on their faces when I take everything from them."
Her voice dropped, thick with venom and madness.
"I would've liked to rip it out of them slowly."
"Remu, shut up," Francisca snapped.
Mob reached out to steady her, but her fists were already glowing.
"No," Mob muttered. "This ain't the time."
