Atlas clenched his fist tightly, holding back the surge of anger inside him. Just minutes after the battle began, a massive clash erupted between Arveline's forces and the enemy, brutal and overwhelming from the very start.
But what Atlas and Luna witnessed this time felt different, as if the pain struck them directly.
Arveline stood there with ten spears piercing her body from all directions. Her face was twisted in agony. Blood soaked into her armor and mixed with her bright red hair, staining everything in a deep, violent crimson.
Moments later, flashes of light spread across the entire island, clear signs that Arveline had lost the battle.
Atlas turned his gaze toward Bolin, who wore a mocking smirk as he looked back at him. "This is only the beginning, Atlas."
However, Bolin's expression soon shifted.
Arveline's ability ensured that she could never truly be killed.
