"… You're pretty weak."
Serah had never heard those words being directed at her before.
Not even once.
She was either the one who thought or said that about others.
Ever since she was a kid, she had been praised for her overall Magical Prowess. She was a genius that came only once in a generation.
No, she even exceeded that!
So why…?
Why was she being called weak?
"THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Serah's voice reached a climax the instant she was able to process the words uttered to her.
~BOOOM!~
The ground beneath her shattered, and everything else for a small distance trembled.
Her eyes were burning with rage, and pure embers of Mana caused her irises to glow even brighter than before.
Her crimson hair rose, as if they were being pulled by someone above her, and several more veins appeared on her face.
"ME? WEAK?!"
