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The sentiments shared between Roma and Eos was perhaps something new for Henry to view, although to anyone else living in the neighborhood it was business as usual. It was no secret among these inhabitants of the romance between Vassal and Machina. Or maybe none of them dared to say anything about it, considering who was involved in this relationship. Still, it was a happy moment for both, even with Henry’s presence among them.

It wouldn’t be lasting for long. Roma would, as always, be the first to sense it. A charred smell stinging the air, the sensation almost burning it whole. Whether she would react or not depended on how fast her Master was; and her Master was quite fast, faster than her. The familiar bolt of electricity shot just beside Roma and Eos, heading directly for Henry’s face. Its length was narrow, almost like a thin blade meant to cut through the air itself.

The attack was certainly meant to cut right into something, that being Henry’s face. Regardless of how he reacted, the attacker came from inside the house and was making their way closer to the opening entrance. For it was Bastion herself, a stream of electricity crackling from an open palm still aimed at Henry. Her mismatched eyes, once clear and wide, were now steely as if they belonged to someone else. [color=0072bc]“Flee where you stand demon. I won’t miss a second time.”[/color]

What could have caused this most strange of changes? Indeed, it was a mystery, but none more so than the mystery of why Diana thought visiting the Angel of Death was a good idea. Perhaps it was she too was the daughter of a Vassal and so Diana felt some kinship between them. But even so, none visited [url=https://i.imgur.com/lwWP1ra.jpg]Marianne’s Church[/url] without paying the price for it.

The constant shrilling of decayed birds echoed in its wake, the melodic sound of a piano playing being the only solace from their cries. A deep fog blanketed the air and ground, giving the place a milky palette in appearance. At first glance, it’d be difficult to say whether this domain was of Heaven or Hell. And Diana had found herself right in the middle of it, the door slowly creaking open under the force of her tail whacks.