Velra narrowed her eyes, her voice cold.
"What the hell do you mean… 'meet the one who began it all'?"
The black-and-pink leader raised her chin slightly.
"It's time for women like us."
"those always used, always discarded..."
"To fight back."
She stepped forward slowly.
"And you, the villain who kills corrupted heroes..."
"You proved it's possible."
"You showed us how."
Velra's frown deepened.
"So you put on my colors and just decided to follow me?"
The woman nodded calmly.
"You gave us a symbol."
"We don't want to be saved."
"We want to be feared."
Velra's voice turned sharp. "Then take off your mask."
The woman didn't flinch.
"As you wish."
She raised her hands and unlatched her mask.
As it came off, Velra's eyes widened.
Her breath caught.
She recognized the face.
A face she hadn't seen since the old days.
Before Zain, before even when she became Razorwaltz.
Her voice dropped.
"You—"
She didn't finish.
She vanished—Quick Step.
THUMP!
