"You have not been very useful to me in these decades, Diandre. One must know when to be rid of a faulty equipment and I believe it is about time I smoothen the errors and replace the faulty part, would you not agree? Keila?" Celeste called.
At the mention of the familiar name, Lady Diandre's eyes widened in a mix of horror and disbelief.
The look on her face even more horrified when she did set eyes on her niece, the last face she had expected to see in Celeste's dark hall.
Keila stepped out of the shadows, a blank expression on her face. Her gaze slowly moved to settle on Lady Diandre, taking in her state, yet she remained unfazed.
"Naturally, if one's use is no longer dependable, it would only be right to cast him aside." Keila replied to Celeste's question.
Celeste clapped her hands in excitement, a bright smile lit up her face and her obsidian wings fluttered ever so slightly, briefly lifting her off the ground.
