On the surface, radiant and glamorous, but inside, battered and bruised.
As she watched Angelina on the verge of tears, Sofia gently held her hand, pulling up the distraught acting commander.
Her gaze was gentle, yet undeniably firm, as if looking down upon the world.
"I just had a nap and recalled some old memories. Since those three deserters won't come, who in this vast world could be my match?"
"Come, accompany me up the mountain, and witness the exit of these worthy adversaries."
She looked up to the sky, where the once ferocious red moon was suddenly obscured by dark clouds.
Crystal snowflakes drifted down from the sky.
Sofia extended her fingertip, and the space around her twisted with the surge of her power.
The snowflakes chosen by Sofia fell like lightning, while the other flakes froze in mid-air, creating an eerie and wondrous contrast between fast and slow.
Watching this, Angelina felt a pang in her chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
