The fiery red whip, the blazing red robes, and that domineering, overbearing aura were indeed a perfect match for Serestia.
Snap!
The whip lashed the ground with a thunderous crack.
Stone shattered, spiderweb fractures spreading instantly beneath it. The sheer force behind the strike made more than a few onlookers feel their scalps go numb.
"I'll let you see what I'm capable of!" Serestia sneered.
Her wrist flicked again, ruthless and decisive. The crimson whip howled through the air like a venomous serpent, slashing straight toward Zora's face without the slightest hesitation.
The crowd's expressions changed at once.
No one had expected Serestia to be this vicious.
Striking was one thing, but aiming directly for the face was another entirely. If that whip landed, flesh would split, bone might show, and the peerless beauty before them would be permanently ruined.
A cruel smile curved Serestia's lips.
