Armageddon Maker 3 Step To Revoluton
Future altering decisions

Some time has passed since Anma was trapped in stained glass which made her know that her place is now a cathedral for the sake of those who worship a figure considered to be the mother of the demi-humans which shows the figure of a woman dressed all in black like a dark priest with a pair of matching black wings.

*Scraptsss scrapss scraps*a sound like broken glass begins to be heard in the silence of the night with a pair of red moons illuminating an engraving of a blessing sign.

" Atevia Natera Fales? " say a woman by taking the shape of the body of the figure of the mother who was in the glass kapri

" Hm~?!! " Anma who was then only able to be silent and stared at the empty room was surprised when the figure of the mother spoke to her

" Natera fales derurare ligher torch order? " said the figure as if asking Anma about her figure that was similar to someone from the past.

" The Order of the Torch? Fales Natera vela, Narania Falafora Nighen. "replies Anma as if she understands what the figure is saying.

" The Fortune Light Filalin... Sccabas Nentora Lilith's.... Nirvana Nantara, Listi False Julian, "said the surprised figure as the forehead of Anma glowed and responded to the words of her.

" Namora antares... Alain reghar evelyn nenda, Flora ava Fortune, "replies Anma back as if explaining something happened.

" the paradox? Navelin Miralia Pandor's... The nesta araria aura.... Azela Aremoria Azrell... Nagahta Nihen Ghaia Fales "replies the mother-like figure who seems surprised again to explain something.

At the same time, Sci seemed to walk in sadness from the entrance to the cathedral before finally begging something to the figure that was considered by the mother while crying as it happened

" Camoon Nun's... Darilan ace Deminan's... The Facile Vice Poke... Nan Aname Demons's... Antares saint order demon god of destro. "added the figure of the mother after touching the forehead of Anma and throwing it out of the glass of the chaff that held her back.

* Pyarssssss * Along with a shout from Sci who begged for a clue and strength to protect her homeland, Anma was thrown out of the glass and fell not far from where Sci was

" Argh. It seemed like the figure was really hoping that I could save them. "said angrily Anma as she got up and dusted herself off the dust inflicted by the wall she had destroyed

While holding her head, Anma again revealed her true form of white-haired elves complete with the entire set of weapons she had brought.

" It doesn't seem like he's lying about his promise to restore my power for a while. And well, some of those basic items were re-installed just like the last time I used them." muttered Anma near the ear of Sci while closing the mouth of Sci and looking at the long mirror in one corner of the room

Sci who was really surprised at something terrible that could only gap without a word

" Well, miss.I'm sorry for what I did this time and some time before.... " His whisper while giving off an aura of intimidation with a red light that is quite clearly looks terrible from both eyes

With a fatal impact from the bullying aura Sci simply went silent without a word and after Anma released her arms, Sci's body suddenly fell to the floor quickly before finally grinding in fear.

" Hoyahs... It seems like I have to learn to hold back like before. Hehe." he muttered in surprise that what he was doing was still beyond the normal limits.

" Now, since my strength has returned, I will try something to convince myself that this is indeed the power that I have.. " he added before taking out his wand to map the entire room in the castle using his magic

Although he had felt that there was a strange thing about the aura of intimidation that turned into a blackish red color, he chose to ignore it and thought that the red light from the blood moon might create an illusion for him.

" Au~h.... my head... "says Sci who regained consciousness and still holds his head.

In a last memory that brought him to the catredals, he who still holds his head can only be silent to see the figure of a mysterious man sitting in front of him while wondering about an event that he might miss.

" For some reason, I still can't go back there and maybe some things related to them should be delayed... " said Anma using telepathy and observing a magic screen in front of her while analyzing something

In silence, Sci observed every part of the man's body that looked so stocky again full of painful wounds.

" Then please, you guys, "he said as he closed the magic screen and began to rise again staring at the stained glass and do the honors as if he was willing to do something.

Seeing the respect the figure showed for the person he trusted, Sci began to understand what had just happened and from that Sci who was initially curious about the energy-coated equipment he wore was a sign that the figure was a messenger from the Mother.

" Hehehe. I am not a figure you consider to be a messenger of gods or anything like that. I'm just me " said Anma after being behind Sci's body and showing her sweet smile as Sci turned to look at her.

Silence had occurred when Sci saw closely the figure of the mysterious man who now clearly showed the figure of the man who was the man who helped his mother when young

" Ne, miss.. May I know your name ?" said Anma kindly while holding the chin of Sci and keep looking straight at her eyes.

The confidence of Sci in the man's figure is the figure of the man in his dream is increasing after seeing a circle of aura that originally seemed bright began to dim and reveal a pair of black wings that are faintly very similar like the painting his mother showed him

" Emh. yes, na-my name Antralia Sicilian mara. "said Sci softly while holding back his pleasure.

" So your name is Antralia Scilian mara. My name is Antaresta Mirella Nier.... " The reply while hiding the truth of his identity

The happiness that Sci felt seemed to grow when the figure said a name that even his late mother had been waiting for

" Yes, right. But you can call me Arest "he continued with a smile

" I-I-yeah, all right A-arest. You can also call me Alia. "reply Sci with a face that no longer holds back her happy feelings.

Feeling that the figure in front of him seemed better and can be spoken to, Anma again rubbed the head of Sci several times before finally asking about something.