"I told you not to make a scene."
The platinum-haired woman's voice cut through the ruined street, her tone cold enough to freeze blood.
She walked along the broken asphalt road with measured steps, each metallic strike of her boots scraping sparks into the air. Red particles flickered and danced along her body, like dying embers refusing to fade.
Leo blankly stared at the woman.
Not only him, but every pair of eyes was fixed on her.
That gaze of hers, sharp and unyielding, locked first upon Camazotz. The bat's skin still smoked from Valra's flames, and under the weight of that stare, he felt as though he might crumble completely.
Camazotz swallowed hard, his throat dry, his head lowering in shame and fear, "I… I didn't mean to. I-It's them who got in our way!"
The woman's eyes, cold as winter stone, did not soften. Instead, her stare deepened.
