However, none of Rhea's plans mattered much when, after waiting a few seconds for another magical effect to take hold of her body, nothing happened. She waited longer, only to have much of the same results. She tried harder, almost hoping to will herself back to being big again. Again, no luck.
"Curse this ring!" Rhea shouted, letting her anger slip through again. She kicked the bottom half of the blue jewel, which was now bigger than her whole body was, letting out a strained groan of pain when it hurt significantly more than she expected it to.
"Damn it all!" Rhea cursed, sitting down and rubbing her aching foot. Everything that could have gone wrong seemed to be... going wrong.
Rhea had been betrayed by Edelgard, lost Byleth to the Empire, and now her big backup plan of retaliation had backfired so considerably that it all just seemed so hopeless. She contemplated how her own actions had lead to this mess of affairs. Every bit of overconfidence had lead to her downfall and subsequent downsizing. Lack of honesty had cost her a key ally in Adrestia, while lack of foresight had cost her most of her size.
If only things had gone differently...
That's what Rhea kept thinking in the back of her head. For all her righteous wrath, the holy woman was slowly, but surely, sinking into a grave despair. It was most unbecoming of the archbishop. As head of the Church, she had to lead her followers. Unfortunately, all her lies and rewritten history were coming back to haunt her. Simply put, she believed that if she'd been honest from the outset, none of this would ever have happened.
In a sad way, Rhea almost felt like she deserved for this to happen to her. Everything. All of it. Most of all, being shrunken down to the size of a mere insect. She would never fully admit this, but at this moment in time, the archbishop truly felt at her lowest.
When, suddenly, the loud and distinct flapping of huge wings rang out from around the side of the goddess tower. Rhea, wiping a tear from her eye, turned around and saw Seteth atop his wyvern. A sight for sore eyes, and what a relief it was. Truly, she had not lost everything just yet. Not while she still had her many allies to aid her.
"Seteth!" Rhea shouted, fearing she'd not be heard at her new size unless she spoke up. When she jumped up with her hand raised to get his attention, the green-haired woman's rather voluptuous curves bounced right along with her. Free in the high blowing air, Rhea nearly forget that she had shrank into her own clothing.
Rhea gasped, immediately huddling down and covering herself. She then felt foolish. Here she was, a grown women, acting like a blushing schoolgirl. Yes, she was nude, but Seteth was an invaluable ally and close friend. She knew she had nothing to fear from him, even if he likely looked well over the 300 feet tall height that she'd hoped to enlarge herself to.
Hm, a giant Seteth would be quite the warrior... Rhea thought, not lingering much on the idea, but keeping it in consideration. She covered herself with her arms, and stood up to call out again for the green-haired man.
"Lady Rhea?" Seteth asked as he jumped from his wyvern mount. He'd not noticed the tiny woman on the floor, but her seemingly discarded clothes were hard to miss. He looked around, having expected to see a giantess version of the lady archbishop somewhere, and at some point.
Down below, Rhea was almost overcome with the sight of Seteth. A tall man by every right. He stood well over her back when she was a normal-sized woman. As a shrunken woman, the wyvern lord seemed so huge that it very nearly became scary. Her one inch of height did not compare at all to his towering figure. She again found herself thinking of how useful even one giant warrior would have been to her cause. If it could not be her, than Seteth would have made an excellent second choice.
Rhea shook her head, not having time for ridiculous fantasies. She was better off trying to get his attention instead. So, she ran, holding her large breasts in place as they bounced with each step she took. All the while, she called out for Seteth, shouting his name.
Meanwhile, Seteth had been so caught up in looking for Rhea, examining her empty dress and wondering where she could have gone and why she'd left her clothes behind, that he ironically failed to notice her tiny, nude figure coming towards him. With the archbishop's white robes in hand, he sighed. Just staring was not getting him anywhere. So he dropped the dress unceremoniously back onto the floor.
"Seteth! Down here! Seteth!" Rhea cried out for all her tiny lungs were worth. She knew she was small, but did not think she was too small to be heard. Sounds of the battles still going on down below at ground level easily eclipsed her squeaky voice, much to her annoyance. She would need to get even closer for him to hear her.
Unfortunately for the shrunken Rhea, a familiar sheet of white surrounded her yet again. Her robes, discarded by Seteth, and unwittingly flung right back onto the tiny woman who had just escaped from inside them. She let out a frustrated scream as her world once more became filled with white. No amount of flailing could prevent her from being covered.
Oh, goddess... how many more humiliations must I endure before this is over? Rhea thought, sending a short prayer to Seiros for relief from this torment...
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