[In The Tunnel.]
The heavy, oppressive atmosphere of the boss room slowly faded, replaced by the damp chill of the passage. Mirabella was moving ahead of the group, her gaze ahead, but her mind was in a different zone. The sheer impossibility of the recent encounter was gnawing at her instincts.
'This is strange... That Angel was hostile some minutes ago, why did she suddenly transform into a submissive slave? It can't be my new title, because I didn't use it... Then why?' She thought, staring at the glowing passage before them. The ambient energy in the tunnel pulsed with a steady, rhythmic light, illuminating the ancient, moss-covered stonework.
"That's the teleportation circle, it will take us straight to our flag." She announced at the group moving behind her, projecting the confident aura of a captain perfectly in control, even as her mind raced to decipher the shifting hierarchy.
