Mireya's attack had been so sudden—so blisteringly fast—that the elders were left staring in stunned silence. Their minds struggled to process what had just happened, unable to comprehend the blur of movement that had sent Elder Sylvester and Elder Tharion crashing into the far wall.
'What… what was that just now? I couldn't even react in time!' Elder Davis screamed inwardly, his throat dry as he swallowed hard. The raw, suffocating might of the Queen pressed down on him like an unshakable mountain.
None of them had expected Mireya to fight back. In their eyes, she was just a figurehead—a woman without real power, a ruler who only retained her crown because of their political support.
But in this moment, they realized how disastrously wrong they had been. Mireya wasn't some powerless figure to be manipulated—she was a predator who had just bared her fangs.
