A week earlier, deep beneath the palace, the underground prison trembled as a violent explosion tore through the chamber.
*Hahaha… is that all you got, bitch? Haha… Because it's not even scratching me!*
The metallic figure's laughter echoed again, as Thalia slammed her boot into its side. Heavy chains rattled and screeched as the restrained metallic body rolled across the floor, crashing into the wall with a brutal impact.
Thalia stared at the thing without blinking, eyes burning. Red-golden light flared around her fists, heat distorting the air as she drew back her arm, fully intent on driving her strike straight through its face and ending it right there, when—
"That's enough," Sandra said with absolute tone, stepping in front of Thalia with a hard stare that brooked no argument. "Stop. Right now."
Thalia clicked her tongue in frustration, flames snapping and dying around her hands as she forced herself to stand down.
