"An…sel!"
The frenzied monster incessantly roared Ansel's name. Before the colossal sword extended from the God from the Machine's arm blade could descend, the blazing light ignited upon its edge had already begun to consume and annihilate the grotesquely swollen flesh, akin to a searing brand melting snow.
Amidst agonizing shrieks, the misshapen mass of flesh was cleaved in twain by the God from the Machine's single stroke. Bizarrely, though clearly severed, the two halves of bloody tissue remained "connected," slowly writhing to reform into a single entity.
"Do you see it, Venna?"
Ansel's eyes narrowed slightly, the steel colossus's obsidian-flickering gaze fixed upon the portion of the mutated beast protruding from the rift, observing the golden chains that bound it inexorably, denying it release.
"I do," Ravenna responded coolly. "The entire mutated section is pierced by those chains... Are they the source of its power?"
