His body was impossibly robust, with bronze skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. His hands no longer resembled those of a human, transformed instead into vicious talons—yet still retaining the dexterity to grasp.
His long violet-black hair was woven into thin strands, cascading down his back like fiber optic cables. A dark golden, eyeless bull-head mask covered his face, while the corners of his exposed mouth were drawn into an irritable frown.
He raised his hand slightly, and that colossal yet strangely slender right claw reached out to seize Miss Sprengel's shoulder in an iron grip!
The hooked thumb of his claw pressed against the base of Miss Sprengel's neck.
A mere squeeze from him would sever her throat!
Yet Anna Sprengel showed not a shred of fear.
On the contrary, she smiled cheerfully up at the Fallen Celestial Marshal, extending her arms in an airy gesture as though offering an embrace.
"...Enough."
