Sooner, Dark Senatsu arrives. She seems to be wreathed in dark smoke and her red outlines glowing ominously. She grinned with a predator's smile. "So, you chose to stand for yourselves? Too late to try being noble." She snarls. "Formless Dreams. Meaningless." She holds her katana by the blade, slitting one the palms of her hands, and allowing her blood to drip from it onto the katana.
"...What is she doing?" Velika stared hard at Senatsu, somewhat confused at what she just did. "Is she preparing something?"