Somehow, the wins had evened out. Angels and humans now stood tied in victories, each side claiming the same number. The arena buzzed with murmurs from both benches. But now, it was time for the greater demon ranks to battle.
Finally, she stepped out. Sharra Void-Tongue.
The moment she did, even Lucifer frowned. He remembered her from a hundred years ago. She was Tomato's underling who had won that pivotal battle, giving mortals the morale boost they needed. She was the reason Father Black had been bold enough to set his conditions back then.
Her wings tore open reality itself—six massive, translucent void-wings inscribed with moving runes that whispered in dead languages. Her dark blue skin gleamed under the arena lights. She could teleport through screams, and her voice was her deadliest weapon.
