Alice stood behind her magical shield, a large rabbit-shaped barrier protecting her and Cinderella. The blood spears Elizabeth launched shattered upon contact with the barrier, splattering crimson droplets into the air. Alice took a deep breath, her sharp gaze fixed on Elizabeth. "Not yet," she murmured, her trembling body betraying her unease. "It's not time… not yet."
Elizabeth paused her advance, observing how her blood spears failed to pierce Alice's defense. Her cold, determined eyes shifted to the blood pooling around her, realizing the medium she had been using was depleted. But she showed no sign of faltering. Slowly raising her right hand to the side, she whispered a single word, "Blood Scythe."