Arsonny felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The Flaming Lion above him was growling, as if it was wary of something.
He slowly panned up his head to the skies, only to see the golden-haired boy standing in the air.
This child had stayed away from the battlefield this whole time. Arsonny thought that he was just a spectator, nothing more than a kid who tagged along without knowing anything.
Yet as he looked up at the skies, he saw something that he could not believe.
Above the boy's head, there was an image of a right hand made out of metal, whose veins seemed to be glowing with a strange white light.
The fact that his own Flaming Lion Diva had noticed this right hand meant only one thing: it was a Diva.
"How is this possible…" Arsonny muttered under his breath, his eyes trying to adjust. He tried to scrutinize the figure, wanting to see if it was just an ordinary illusion.
However, the more he observed it, the more he realized that it was the real deal.
