Within a room that was so beautifully decorated and arranged to suit the taste of a refined woman, a portal tore open within the space, the air rippling like disturbed water. Through it, a woman with silky purple hair and matching ethereal eyes stepped out with a confident stride and a teasing smile playing on her lips.
But the moment her feet touched the polished floor, her steps came to a halt as she spotted another woman already present, standing tall and unbothered, a gleaming sword pointed directly at her in silent accusation.
Vega blinked once, then twice, her brow lifting in amusement as she took in Veronica's expression. Veronica, with her long hair cascading like silk and her eyes narrowed in mock seriousness, stood like a warrior guarding sacred grounds. The sword in her hand shimmered faintly, her stance dramatic enough to belong in a stage play rather than an actual confrontation.
