At their head rode a figure that made Satou pause.
She sat astride a creature that was part horse, part nightmare—its flesh rippled with barely contained magical energy, its eyes glowed with eldritch light, and its hooves left frost patterns on the ground despite the warm day. The rider herself was equally striking.
She appeared humanoid but clearly wasn't human. Her skin held a subtle purple tint that matched Loki's color scheme. Her hair was silver-white, pulled back in a severe military style. Her eyes were completely black—no iris, no white, just endless dark that somehow still conveyed sharp intelligence. She wore armor that was both functional and elegant, with rank insignia that marked her as a high-level commander.
The column halted. The rider dismounted with fluid grace, landing silently despite her armor. She approached Satou with measured steps, then saluted crisply—fist to chest, formal military style.
