"Right." It's... hm. Normally, her special ability isn't one she needs to exercise too aggressively. She can just let its passive benefits take effect, but this is different. Two Shadows of human-level ego and intelligence. One's life hangs in the balance.

So, fine.

Kasumi exhales slowly, and her costume glitters and shifts. Where before she wore the attire of a secret agent or spy, strange tentacles burst from her back, winding and weaving and stretching and forming what may at a glance look like a gorgeous, black gown, but closer inspection reveals something far more sinister.

The entire dress is woven from those peculiar tendrils, complete with eerie, cyan accents. More eerily, she gives off an uncanny aura of pale blue sparks. There's a power radiating from her that was more muted before.

She steps forward, letting that power fill the air. Both Shadows may hear a deep order to Stop.

"Heal him, Cendrillon."

Her Persona turns to the Shadow on the floor and complies, casting Diarahan.