But… something was wrong.
Very wrong.
The ground was broken.
Cracked pillars.
Deep impact marks spread across the area like fresh scars.
And the sound.
The sound was the worst.
Explosions.
Energy shocks.
Metal against flesh.
Magic tearing through the air.
Strax stopped at the first step.
Behind him, Cassandra, Daniela, Rogue, Cristine, and Yennifer also froze.
No one spoke for a few seconds.
Because the scene ahead…
Was absurd.
In the center of the devastated field—
Beatrice.
Alone.
Heavy breathing.
Her body covered in marks, scratches, and burns.
Her hair stuck to her face with sweat.
And yet—
Standing.
Around her…
All of them. Literally all of them.
Mionica advanced from the left, curved blades gleaming with a deadly aura, her movements swift as a predator.
Samira emerged from the right, spinning a spear that seemed to cut through space itself, the air vibrating with each movement.
