Once again, above the clouds, an emerald blur pulsed with life and vigour.
With swift precision and control, it sliced through the air in an unrelenting run from a barrage of vermillion light.
Like a blade through silk, it phased through the very molecules of the air. Sending energy ruptures throughout its path while it ventured through the ocean of scarlet.
Then, in an outburst of air, it stopped, forging into the figure of the powerful, pristine Kira.
Though, a shadow of her former self.
Her once fair skin had been riddled with scars and dried blood.
Her hair was in a mess. A haze of its former lustrous form.
And her eyes. Her eyes were brimming with intent and fury.
Her expression twisted in concentrated rage.
Her lips twisted in a vivid scowl, and her calm had been stripped bare.
Still, the prestige that surrounded her continued to stand. An impenetrable fortress despite the ridiculous foe thrown at her.
