Disgruntled and upset, Kurai appeared in a flash of darkened god fire. How dare she lose to Hikaru! Her own counterpart had tricked her! And for what? To help her damn captors? Kurai understood none of it. Just what the hell was going through that girls mind? Even with Kurai gone, she wouldn't change that much, not with all the years of killing. So just what was going on?!
Stretching her wings out to their full length, Kurai hovered there in the dimension, hidden from the presence of any and everything with the aid of displacement fields and masking her magic signature. Kurai knew what lay in this dimension, and from being a part of Hikaru, she knew that it was exactly, just what she wanted. If Hikaru wanted to play on the side of good? Then fine! Kurai would see to it that she suffered for that choice. By enacting the same exact plan Hikaru had considered. Releasing the so called Virus, that the Aralangs seemed so afraid of. But-- Not as herself.
Kurai grinned malevolently, quite satisfied as she focused through magic on her own appearance. First was the hair, lightening from purple to hot pink, her own magenta highlights becoming a brilliant gold. Then it was the wings, purple and magenta, to red and gold. And finally, her clothes themselves changed as she took on Hikaru's former outfit, the maroon cloak serving as a loud wide testament, that Hikaru was there. At last, Kurai shielded her mind. "Let's see her try to stop me now," Kurai mumbled to herself, dropping the displacement fields and dropping in to hover near the destroyed remains of what was once the Guardian Headquarters.
3, 2, 1....
Kurai turned around, facing what was to come.