"The Arcana Card, Wheel of Fortune…an ultimate defense that curses its enemies with misfortune while blessing its Diviner with their fortune. The condition is that they have to show malice or ill intent toward you. That's the reason you reached for it the moment he died, right? You knew that condition would be useless against someone like me. You also knew you wouldn't survive without its Released Ability. Right, Hermia Kilde?"
Rossette spoke in a rather calm voice, her pink eyes flickering downward to the spot where the bloody dismembered mess of Hermia Kilde had fallen.
At first glance, one would assume she was crazy for talking to a pile of diced meat, but the shimmering air around it begs to differ.
Then, as if time was rewinding itself, the scattered cubes of flesh suddenly began to merge back together.
The blood, the bone, and all the severed organs stitched themselves back in place almost immediately.
