Savra's eyes narrowed as she looked at the woman standing in front of them.
A tall, confident woman with pink-blonde hair and glowing eyes.
She wore a tight black suit and a velvet jacket.
A glowing collar pulsed at her throat.
"Who are you?" Savra asked. Her voice was sharp.
"Where are we? Where is Vorthar?"
The woman smiled.
"Vorthar?" she said, tilting her head like she was trying to remember.
"Never heard of him."
She stepped forward slowly and crossed her arms.
"You're in my master's base. That's all you need to know. So relax. He'll come see you soon."
Savra clenched her fists.
Zelia looked down at her side. Her sword was gone.
"My weapon…" she said softly.
Savra turned to her. "Don't worry, Zelia. I'll handle this."
Flames flickered around her palm.
"I don't know who you are," Savra said as she stood up.
"But I don't like being taken."
The woman gave a teasing smirk. "Bold. I like that."
She didn't move.
