While others saw a warrior decimating the foes she came across, all William saw was a wave of water—calmly flowing through the battlefield and engulfing everything in its way.
Emma was neither a violent attacker nor a submissive defender. She was like a judge—whoever she faced met their judgment instantly, without the girl receiving a single scratch in return.
She was never panicking or taking a cautious step back. She didn't need to. She knew her strength and her enemies' weakness.
It was as if they were waiting to be exterminated, and Emma, being a benevolent angel, delivered death to them with a single touch.
Dhak
On the screen, the ground cracked beneath Emma's boots as a hydra hurled itself at her—not snapping, not spitting flame, but throwing its own body forward in blind desperation.
She stepped inside the arc.
Steel whispered.
