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... black mist.
It slithered around her like a hungry snake, wrapping her in darkness.
She raised her umbrella high and pointed it down toward Bel.
"You resist my authority," she said, voice light. "And you can land a hit on me. That means one thing... you’re not just some lucky snack."
Dark marks crept across her skin like living tattoos, glowing faintly as they wrapped her limbs.
She spun her umbrella once more, balancing it delicately on one shoulder.
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