Muria was acutely aware of how fearsome her playmate, Remilia, could be, and she hesitated. She knew that once she and Yingdila devoured her few enemies, a war among the deities would be inevitable.
"Don't worry about that. Before I came out, Muria had already told me to help myself to a feast, as long as they're not our own."
Yingdila waved her hand nonchalantly, and her words made Remilia make up her mind.
"Since Muria has spoken, I won't hold back. Come on, I'll take you to some delicacies. But wait for me for a moment, I need to prepare."
Under Yingdila's puzzled gaze, a series of cracks appeared around her blue-haired, red-eyed playmate, from which surged an eerie yet oppressively powerful crimson-black aura.
This ominous yet compelling force merged into Remilia's body, augmenting her already formidable presence, which began to rise inexorably.
"What are you doing?"
Yingdila asked, puzzled, wiping the corner of her mouth.