In the quiet of the girl's restroom, Seraphina stood in front of the mirror, letting out a relieved breath.
She was glad the restroom was empty—no prying eyes, no unwanted attention.
The explosion had stirred something in her, a deep sense of urgency, and she needed to act without raising suspicion.
A faint fluttering sound filled the room, and as Seraphina turned, a small figure materialized in the air.
It was Flora, her magical girl mascot—a black and yellow-colored bee with a small, delicate flower blooming from its head, softly glowing.
"Flora," Seraphina whispered, acknowledging the bee. "What's going on in the battlefield dimension?"
Flora buzzed closer, her wings barely making a sound as she gave her report. "It's bad, Seraphina. A mecha driver from the resistance is under heavy attack by the Outer God lackeys. He's outnumbered and cornered. If he doesn't get backup soon, he won't make it."
