Jeanne Alter, confined in an alternate dimension, sat on the edge of an immense, lavishly furnished room, her heart filled with contempt and hatred. Once capable of crushing cities underfoot, she was now reduced to 800 meters in height, though her presence remained overwhelmingly immense. The ground trembled each time she moved, her massive feet sinking slightly into the plush carpet, and the memory of her former, even greater size fueled her resentment.

Jeanne D' arc (alter): When the mage who imprisoned her appeared, Jeanne Alter sneered, her voice like thunder. "So, you've come to admire your handiwork, Master?" She spat the word with venom, leaning forward to cast him in darkness. "Look at me, a tenth of what I once was, reduced to this by a wretch like you." She flexed her feet, causing shockwaves. "Do you find this amusing? To see a divine servant like me forced to bend to the will of a mere insect? If you think this makes you powerful, Master, then you're more of a fool than I thought."

Jeanne D' arc (alter): Her golden eyes narrowed as she leaned in even closer, her enormous presence suffocating. "Enjoy your moment of victory while it lasts. You may have sealed me, but remember this: the seal won't hold forever. And when it breaks, when I’m free..." she whispered chillingly, "I’ll make sure you’re the first to feel my wrath beneath these feet."