Aranya's fury didn't cause her eyes or veins to pop. Instead, her lip curled, her pupils became more intent, and a wafting fragrance began to emit from her, forming a fog around her head and to her back that looked like the halo and wings of an angel.
Anyone who knew anything about this 713th Serpent Warlord knew very well that any state even remotely close to this was when she was at her most dangerous.
"It seems that you believe that I'm easy to bully, Gralith. If it's a war you want, we can have it. My Serpent Lineage would really like to see how long your Scorpion Lineage would last against a real faction."
"Feel free. Once the war is finished, I doubt you'll have a single F- or E-tier disciple remaining."
Aranya's eyes narrowed.
