"Get back!"
Acting quickly, Strife grabbed hold of the red-haired girl, quickly dashing to the other side of the barren field to avoid the reach of the reawakened monstrosity.
Good decision, Strife, Donatien commended.
Left as the nearest body to the fiend, the mage of french origin was the first to find himself in the empty sights of GIMP.
"Did you enjoy your slumber? I'll be sure to reunite you with it soon enough."
With it being free from its statuesque fate of ice, an aura as sable and deathly as its own body clad itself to its form; vein-like formations glowing with a sapphire hue pressed against its rubbery, inflated sections of its form as if experiencing some sort of immense stress--yet it was laughing in a mix of joy and utter ecstasy.
"Charlotte…"
"Yes?"
