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[color=purple]"Local mahou too upset to regret."[/color]

[color=888888]— Hilaria[/color]
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Hilaria found the arm that she was about to slam down towards Connie trapped in a viney prison, and most of her body soon followed. A growl once again emerged from the magical girl as she immediately began to snap free from the plants, but right before she did so, Connie further snared her into a nightmare-fueled illusion. 

The form it took resembled a small part of a crumbling amphitheater. The only source of light in it seemed to be a spotlight coming from nowhere, and in the center of this spotlight stood a young woman. Hilaria slowly approached and the figure turned, only to reveal it owned no face. It let out an ominous voice but was impossible to understand. Suddenly, more spotlights shone beside the figure, revealing more and more people, who all seemed to lack facial features as well, and also began saying things she wouldn't be able to understand. Hilaria stared at the first and nearest figure, taking a step forward, causing the spotlights behind it to flicker. Each time those did, Hilaria would find that the faceless people inside the spotlights had disappeared. Hilaria would take another step, and then one more until once again it was her and the original figure left. 

Hilaria was almost on top of the figure, and that was when she could see that it had slowly begun to gain features, had obtained a face. It was none other than Isabella's that she saw as she had closed the small distance between them. The illusionary Isabella seemed to smile before opening its mouth to speak. Ishtar's kind voice, the one of a selfless lady who desired peace and forgiveness was one that Hilaria never got to hear. 

[b]"GHGHHHHHHHHHH"[/b] 

All that came out were failed attempts to breathe as a hand quite effortlessly crushed her neck. On Hilaria's face was the same glare she'd had since she'd gone berserk, and it was obviously her hand doing the crushing. As the illusion of Isabella vanished, Hilaria's glare was directed forwards, directly at her newest target, as the glow in her eyes increased in intensity along with a growl. 

Connie's magic was successfully able to penetrate deep into Hilaria's character and retrieve the things she considered most terrifying or horrible. Even had she been aware that it was Connie's doing, the ancient girl would have trouble snapping out of it after seeing what she saw. But... Hilaria didn't really 'see' what was before her. At least not for what it was. 

Hilaria had wordlessly slaughtered the one being she should care about in this world without so much as blinking. It was clear that things in front of her would be her target, no matter what they may be, and nothing would stop her short of death or unconsciousness. Not reasoning, as Emily and Ishtar had seen. Not family, as the beacon might've guessed. And, most certainly, not fear, as Connie would now be aware.

But Connie clearly wasn't her target. Instead, it was now the woman who had tried trapping her with vines would find herself targeted, Hilaria bursting out of the false world with a thunderous crack, and her gauntlets slamming down with enough force to make a small fissure in the ground that beelined in Gaia's direction, throwing up earth and purple flames as it did so. Even if there was a giant beam of souls slowly turning in their direction, it didn't seem like she had the sort of clarity of mind that would allow her to at least take a break from attacking.