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[h3]--Tut Wuri Handayani--[/h3]

[@Sonnambula]

[color=feec96][b]"Nngh...!"[/b][/color] The white-clad Seraph winced as the Titanic Pageless relentlessly slammed its jackhammer arm against her force field, all in its singular purpose to ransack the spawning Grimoire. With each forceful strike, the barrier cracked like a stained glass window designed by a demented artist. At this point, it would merely take another swing to completely shatter the shield, the shield that Lumiere put all of her effort to maintain, this meant a huge chunk of her mana reservoir. 

[color=feec96][b]"..."[/b][/color] Lumiere stared with one closed eye as she braced for the final blow that'd crumble her barrier, but it never came... for Lilac's Joyeuse struck at one of its legs, lobbing it off as the monster tripped, unbalanced. This allowed Lumiere to disengage as her wings returned to settle behind her, exhausted but still not completely out of the fight, she merely watched as the limp Pageless attempted to chase after the Grimoire once more, but it was too late for the Chosen Bearer had found it first. 

An explosion of light filled the abandoned construction site, warm to the forces of good and blinding to their sworn enemies. Lumiere smiled solemnly as she bathed in the glow, yes, this was an experience she could never get tired of, another guardian had been born into the world to protect those who couldn't protect themselves.

Just as she opened her blue eyes, a meteoric projectile made its dynamic entrance as golden light streaked behind it, all but smashing at one of the Pageless' forelimbs, destroying a part of it. One look at the sword embedded in the concrete was enough for her to identify the mythical sword and its owner. [color=feec96][b]"Excalibur..."[/b][/color] One wondered why a Grimoire so closely related to Merlin's own could fall into the hands of a person so skeptical of the Wizard, but experience had showed her that Grimoires sometime chose the unlikeliest of candidates. Who was she to question God's judgment?

The Pageless was wounded, but not completely crippled, good. However, it might not be so true after Ethereal Rose's tentacled lover spewed its eldritch bile against the titan. Had Lumiered realized this sooner, she might have deigned to warn Olivia against this course of action, but would it even matter? Would the girl even listen? She knew that Olivia wasn't exactly sane, befitting an Alter. A surge of frustrated annoyance rose up in the Seraph as she realized that she might have overestimated the Pageless' endurance, she hoped that it could last longer than this, just for a few more minutes at the very least. 

But... why?

Camelot might have wondered just [i]why[/i] Lumiere didn't unite all eight wings into a singular cannon of divine might to vaporize the titan, why did she bother on such an 'inefficient' method of delaying the leviathan instead of just pulling the weed by its roots by going on the offensive. Well, she was correct on one thing, that the angel opted on the side of caution to not accidentally destroy the Grimoire. After all, for all of the dangers that the giant monster posed, it paled in comparison to how important it was to recover the arcane artifact. However, that wasn't all, for there was another, equally important reason. 

You see, even though magical girls are free from the ravages of time, old age, and disease; they weren't immune to perishing via violent means, whether mundane or magical. It was important for the older girls to guide and nurture their younger peers, so that the guardians of humanity wouldn't fall to attrition. As the old adage goes, experience is the best teacher. No one would fault Camelot for not realizing this yet as she's young, but in time, she would.

Lumiere had received Goodhope's blessing, her body empowered by the good captain's magic... [i]however[/i], this wasn't her fight, not anymore. The century-old magical girl descended to Nessy instead, floating a foot behind the newborn magical girl then reached out as a hand clasped the redhead's shoulder. [color=feec96][b]"Go forth, child. Go forth and claim your [i]destiny[/i]."[/b][/color]