How ironic.
Just yesterday, she had treated Lana as an enemy.
And now… Lana had rushed here to save her.
'Maybe… she was never wrong. Maybe it was my own actions that pushed her away.'
Her gaze shifted toward the unstable mass of mystic energy forming in Lana's hand, its shape flickering and distorting as though it might shatter at any second.
Then she looked at the man beneath the cloak.
Tan. Her partner. Her boyfriend.
And now… a GA member who wanted her dead.
A strange fire ignited in Shelley's chest, equal parts grief and fury.
'So this is what we meant to you? Nothing more than ants?'
With a sharp cry, she thrust her sword toward Tan's heart. Tan casually deflected the strike and retaliated, his palm redirecting power straight toward Lana.
Shelley's pupils shrank.
She tried to form a mystic sphere to intercept it, but she was too slow.
