Starell's eyes widened. Even she didn't know why Nosphaleen had suddenly decided to do this. She hadn't participated or interfered in the battle at all—not even secretly.
All things considered, there was absolutely no reason for her to take this sort of action.
In fact, Starell had even been standing outside the range of Nosphaleen's field of falling blossoms.
Despite this, the flap of Nosphaleen's wings pushed her speed to yet another level. At this point, it wasn't just like teleportation—it was teleportation, reality itself folding in on itself to facilitate Nosphaleen's movements.
Though taken off guard, Starell's reaction was fast. She tapped a foot and slid back, her toes curling in a peculiar way that seemed to only accelerate her faster.
Her eyes watched the swing of the trident pass right before her nose.
"I have—"
