On the far side of the vast, trembling battlefield— "..."
Rinara stood high above the chaos, upon the gleaming hull of a Note of Destruction–II–class warship.
She did not look down. She did not flinch. She showed no concern for the countless lives being crushed and erased beneath her with every passing heartbeat.
All she did was watch the colossal mountain that loomed on the opposite horizon.
She wore a magnificent black-and-gold armor forged solely for her—a masterpiece of craftsmanship that radiated both elegance and dread. Even her nine flowing tails were encased in segmented metallic plates that shimmered faintly beneath the light of the burning sky, forming long, curved lines of gold along their length.
