The world below boiled over with furious chaos and death.
However, the skies were abnormally quiet and peaceful.
Floating over the clashing armies of crimson and black, Aurora has a serene expression on her face.
A true Lady in Red.
She had ditched the loose robe that hung around her shoulders for something more comfortable to be worn into battle.
In her right hand, balancing on her shoulder, was an enormous halberd, a weapon that looked rather discrepant when compared to her buxom features and ravishing elegance.
Floating in the air opposite her, was the Leader of the Devils within the confines of the former City of Zoan, Abaloth.
Staring at the Devil for a moment, Aurora suddenly chuckled.
Waiting on silence for the laughing fit to come to an end, Abaloth calmly asked,
"Why do you laugh, human?"
Wiping a tear from her eye, Aurora shook her head,
"No, it's nothing. I've just never seen a Devil look so... old before."
