Alpina let out a faint chuckle, a delicate smile forming on her lips. It was a laugh at her own naïveté, yet at the same time, she could vaguely sense that the world was changing—changing to the point where such sentimentality was now permissible. Of course, countless challenges still remained, and considering that they were currently in an ongoing conflict with the Angels, peace was still a distant dream. Even so, compared to the days of the God-Dragon War, things had become far more peaceful.
"Well then," she murmured, fluttering the three pairs of Devil wings extending from her back. The twilight-hued magical power shimmered coldly and beautifully against the deep blue of the Azure Sky. The primordial force that defined the Devils surged in all directions, an undeniable proclamation of her presence.