Beatrice showed no fear, nor did she hesitate in the face of Ouroboros's imminent explosion of rage. On the contrary, she merely tilted her head to the side, her lips still curled in a defiant smile, as if she were enjoying the situation.
"You're so predictable, Ouroboros," she teased, crossing her arms as the energy around them seemed to intensify. "Always throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child when you don't get your way. Frankly, you disappoint me."
Ouroboros's furious roar echoed again, and the air around them seemed to vibrate with the force of her spirit as her body transformed further, taking on the form of a colossal serpent, brimming with power and destruction. Beatrice, however, did not back down.
Strax, watching the scene unfold, felt panic rise in his chest. "Beatrice, stop! She's going to destroy you!" He tried to intervene, stepping forward, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
