When Mitchelle had said she would be watching, she hadn't been lying purely to tease, for in the very next heartbeat her body blurred and reappeared upon the surface of a distant moon. Although battle cries, death howls, and the endless rumble of cosmic destruction echoed violently all around her, she paid them no mind.
The cacophony simply drowned into insignificance as she narrowed her focus upon the Pervy Sage, who, by the way, was already struggling desperately to keep up with the eleven-winged Angel tearing through existence before him.
Her eyes drifted to the side, her clairvoyance ability guiding her attention toward Vega's location as she sought her out. 'She has gotten stronger again,' she murmured softly to herself, a calm smile touching her lips. The battlefield around her was collapsing, space wavering under the pressure of divine and tearing energies alike, yet she observed it all with the serene indifference of one accustomed to calamity.
