Scaramouche had entered Euthmiya, standing before you. He dared to pass by the puppet you had left behind to take care of Inazuma and break your consciousness in eternity.

As the exited your eternal meditation due to the disruption, you drew your blade enthused with electro and Scaramouche backed away.

“Ei. We can talk about this.”

He knew very well that if he wasn’t careful. He’d end up just like La Signora.