"Hisssss~"
"Hisssss~"
"Hisssss~"
"Hisssss~"
"Hisssss~"
"Hisssss~"
Virelya followed, her serpentine body surging forward like a tidal wave, her six hydra heads rearing up with a unified hiss that cracked the stone beneath her.
Each head moved with lethal precision—one snapping a soul-knight's torso in half with a wet crunch, another coiling around a cluster of ghosts and crushing them into a pulp of spectral gore, a third spraying venom so corrosive it melted stone and soul alike, the sizzling spray eating through a cathedral wall as the horde screamed and evaporated.
Her golden eyes blazed behind her cracked masks, her laughter a mad, echoing hiss that cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Pathetic echoes!" she snarled, her coils lashing, sending debris flying. "You think your pain can touch me?"
Alongside them.
Sylvara walked—
No rush, no sprint, just a casual stride, her thorn-crowned form radiating a beauty so lethal it felt like a curse.
