Sianor leaned forward, straining to see what was unfolding in the arena.
He rubbed his eyes, trying to convince himself that what he was seeing wasn't some kind of illusion. "What the hell is happening?"
Beside him, Floren's fan slowly lowered, though he didn't seem to notice.
He was just as stunned as Sianor. "I don't know… but I've seen something like this before."
At that, both of them turned toward Dahlia.
She was smiling faintly, adjusting her hold on Giselle as if nothing were out of the ordinary. "Looks like it's finally her turn."
Sianor's eyes widened as realization struck. "You mean… Rachel is going through the same thing that happened to you?"
Floren tilted his head slightly, his gaze sharpening. "That transformation… the one that pushed you into the Perfection Realm, right?"
Dahlia nodded once, her attention already returning to Rachel. "Exactly. Rachel has entered the same state I once did."
Sianor's expression tightened. "That doesn't make sense."
