Xara Seraphine's POV
"SOLIDERS! ATTACK!!!"
His loyal soldiers materialised in an instant, shadows spilling across the battlefield as they charged toward her in waves.
The first wave came like a living tide: spears thrust, armour plates clinking in a metallic thunder.
Helmets gleamed red in the light, visors thrown back to reveal faces twisted with hunger and duty.
She simply raised her sword, her body sinking into a fluid stance, and… she danced?
Her posture folded into motion with impossible grace. The sword became an extension of her arm, a red comet that traced lethal calligraphy through the air.
Her feet slid across the soaked earth with balletic ease; she spun, arced, and pivoted as dozens fell and dozens more surged into the gap she carved.
Morgana's grin widened, her eyes glowing with delight. "Now she got serious," she said with a chuckle that dripped with excitement.
My eyes widened even further when I saw… Mary.
