[On the Forest Path.]
Mirabella stared at the enraged Yakima, whose high-level aura was still violently fluctuating, then down at the bruised, bleeding man groveling before her. She exhaled a long, tired breath.
'I didn't even level up, it seems my guess is right... The time is different.' She shook her head lightly, processing the temporal anomalies between the previous and present lives. The cult was moving faster than anticipated.
"I am guessing you're from the devil cult." She said, staring at the man with a slight frown, her tone conversational but carrying the weight of absolute authority.
"You? How do you know that??" The man asked in surprised, his eyes darting between her and the monstrous white tiger perched casually on her shoulder.
"Look around you... These experiments are enough proof." Mirabella sighed, staring at him. She gestured lazily to the mist of blood and the grotesque, twisted remains of the human-monster hybrids that now painted the forest floor.
