Elizabeth's chest rose and deflated rapidly as her heart rate grew wild. She leaned against the elevator wall, her hands trembling from stress.
When she asked Sera about the possibility of Evolving, she didn't expect to get accepted. Even worse, she didn't expect to get put against such a powerful opponent.
She never was a great fighter. Her experience lay in leading and helping her people. Even her Evolved abilities had little to do with actual combat, worsening her chances at victory.
While she could barely breathe, the shadows inside the elevator became tangible, and a moment later, Faith appeared beside her, leaning against the wall.
The pale woman's face revealed no emotion. Her black eyes glanced Elizabeth up and down without judgement or concern. Veil-like shadows covered her voluptuous body, and a dark crown adorned her head, blending in with her mid-back black hair.
