"And I… Swan Asmara, shall deliver judgment to you, witch," Swan stated calmly, but her tone was frigid, void of any emotion or pity befitting of a Goddess.
Though Aria was drunk in power, she knew when to pick her fight and when to flee. Currently, Swan was NOT an opponent she could win against.
Thus, she quickly created a thick mist around her and dashed away as fast as possible.
She was so scared that Swan would kill her permanently and tossed her into the fiery pit of hell.
Meanwhile, Madam Harsetti laughed as she found this very entertaining, 'I have to say, little witch, your fear is far more interesting than your arrogance and madness. You hold ALL of my powers and two deadly sins crystals, but you're still running away from the angel.'
'Shut up! This is also because you refused to help me, do you understand?' Aria snapped at Madam Harsetti. 'Had you helped me by telling me what to do, we would've won this!'
