"A…trap?" In the Academy corridors, Sucuria's eyes narrowed at Akamana, who for some reason now dressed like a Victorian lady. The Mansema Queens stood a step behind the Blood Marquess, their brows creasing as they swept Elektra, Belphegor, and Arminius' Abomination.
"Don't bother. Even if you summon Caligula's Abomination, you're done for…because I alone am worth all of you combined," Akamana said in a bright and cheerful tone, fanning her face as her lilac eyes nailed down her foes.
This was only a semi-exaggeration. Sucuria had tricked and decimated Fylkir Caligula, robbing 66% of the Balarak king's powers with the help of a ritual. But the current Akamana could still punk her. Add Caligula's Abomination to the fight and Mana still wins.
For after receiving Mithras' secret juice. Akamana no longer had a weakness. Julia and Druscilla could tip the scale. But with a full-powered Great King at her beck and call, the Grand Priestess still had nothing to fear.
