Every villain blown up by a Magic Girl in their past life was just like a broken wing at KFC spicy chicken wing, all kinds of tragic and painful endings — Dingdang's tearful final stroke.
Every Magic Girl who freely dishes out generous benefits in their past life was like Uther activating shields, immune to interruptions during transformation — a gift from Headless Senior Sister.
The above is a daily... okay, at least today's broadcast without morals, and now for the main content.
Right now, there's a Magic Girl transforming in front of me — let's just temporarily accept the Divine Race's Radiant Glow as magic, and call this woman, who's probably old enough to see the universe explode all over again, a "girl." Anyone who bothers about the details is a fool — her brightness is already beyond that of a typical spotlight, and the light continues to intensify. Except for a glaring Anger Bar floating above her head, I can be one hundred percent certain, she's gearing up for a big move.
