"That's Essa… Medusa!"
Fallen Pride stood, slow and deliberate, boots scraping over the broken, burning road. Her armour bled crimson sparks, each ember writhing and twisting into sinuous tendrils that danced on the night air.
"You finally revealed yourself," Fallen Pride said, her tone calm, almost reverent, as she cracked her neck.
Essa didn't wait, didn't answer. Her legs flexed, muscles rippling with strength, and the ground under her feet erupted in a ring of shattered stone... a streak of green and gold cleaving the dust in her wake.
She vanished!
Leo's eyes widened in shock—he couldn't even track what happened.
Even Pride barely saw her coming.
In the blink of an eye, Essa reappeared before Pride.
The first sword flashed—a blur of pure green light, slicing at an angle too fast to see.
The second blade followed, a golden crescent trailing afterimage, singing as it cut the air.
Clang! Clang!
