The Sword That Silenced the Street
Rias stepped forward.
The movement was unhurried. Controlled.
The shattered street still trembled from the earlier clash, broken tiles crunching beneath her embroidered red shoes. Smoke drifted lazily through the air, sunlight filtering through dust like pale gold threads. Yet when she moved, it was as though the world slowed to watch.
The crowd's attention shifted toward her instinctively.
She stopped a short distance from Harrier and inclined her head slightly. Crimson silk stirred at her waist, gold sash glinting faintly. Her voice carried clearly despite the tension coiled around them.
