Third-person POV
Jella froze when she finally realized what was happening.
Electra, who should have been helpless, cuffed, weak, and moments away from public execution, was now walking straight toward her, not just walking. Moving with a calm, steady pace that made every guard on the platform shrink back like frightened children.
All around them, the crowd was screaming, some were running, and others were recording with their shaky phones, but everything else felt far away compared to the sight of Electra turning every bullet into ash like it meant nothing.
Reality hit Jella all at once.
She needed to run.
She spun around so fast her crown almost slipped off her head. "Get me out of here!" she barked at the four guards standing behind her on the balcony. "Hurry!"
