Maeve was not tall, but she was not particularly short either. The monster she had become had stood nearly three stories high, and she had already thought that was enormous.
After all, she had single-handedly blocked an entire alley with her own flesh and blood.
Yet even as a monster, Maeve had not been as enormous as Elsa's Nightmare Form.
That should have been the case. Probably.
Maeve actually remembered very little. Elsa had used that form for only an instant, and she had seen nothing more than an enormous phantom.
In that instant, Maeve seemed to have seen something, yet it also felt as though her eyes had stopped working. She had only sensed an immense presence descending.
The moment it descended, she felt as though her brain had boiled, as though countless people were whispering at once. She could not tell illusion from reality.
Fortunately, it had lasted only an instant.
Afterward, Maeve had secretly asked others about it. No one had been able to see Elsa's Nightmare Form clearly. All they had felt was their Spirituality frantically sounding the alarm.
According to Elsa, Nightmare Form imposed an immense burden. Never mind maintaining it for long-she could not even truly unleash it.
Yes, even though it had lasted only an instant, it had not been the complete Nightmare Form. Elsa could not bear that expenditure at all.
Normally, when fighting, she only needed to summon a single tentacle.
A single tentacle already possessed considerable combat strength. Maeve had tried sparring with her, and although Elsa had lost because she was far too unpracticed with it, Maeve had felt no sense of victory whatsoever.
She had felt only confusion and dread.
Sometimes, when she got up in the morning, she would find a few fallen hairs on her pillow.