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She realized then the precariousness of her situation. To a normal-sized person, she was now invisible, a tiny speck on the rug. If she wanted to return to her true form, she would have to navigate a world where a simple dust bunny was a monster and a dropped pencil was a fallen log—all while trying to catch the attention of a very distracted "Pawn."
"Oh my," she murmured, her voice carrying its usual playful lilt. "This wasn't on the inventory list." Compressed_AmyFantasy_Akeno-Hightschool-DXD-suc...
The afternoon sun filtered through the stained glass of the Occult Research Club, casting long, crimson shadows across the floor. Akeno Himejima was alone, tidying up a shelf of recently acquired "relics" from a fallen angel’s cache. Her fingers brushed against a small, obsidian vial labeled with an archaic seal. She realized then the precariousness of her situation
The door creaked open. Heavy, rhythmic footsteps shook the floorboards like localized earthquakes. It was Issei, likely looking for a snack or a head-start on his training. From Akeno’s perspective, each step was a thunderous boom that threatened to knock her off her feet. "This wasn't on the inventory list
Within seconds, the "Thunder Priestess" was no larger than a chess piece.