Sylvia stood in the center of the slowly swirling vortex of darkness around her. The pitch-black scythe staff in her right hand pulsed like a living heart. The Chains of Abyss coiled around her body clinked softly CLINK… CLINK… CLINK… as if sensing every beat of the new power flowing through her veins. The twelve black fallen angel wings on her back unfurled slowly, their obsidian feathers dripping mist of death that instantly froze the air around her. Her half-human, half-ghost face wore a thin smile cold, terrifying, and full of the promise of death.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," she repeated in a voice that now carried three fused tones: Sylvia's coldness, Stacia's gentleness, and Alicia's terror. "Now… it's our turn."
