Hearing this question, the silver-haired woman tightened her grip on the rapier, her knuckles white against the pale translucency of her skin.
She didn't answer immediately; instead, her eyes drifted to the Orcs Damien had crushed.
They were still twitching in the red grass, their heavy steel plate bent like parchment.
She looked back at Damien, her gaze lingering on the iron Wandering Baron medallion pinned to his trench coat.
"I am Seraphina Vane," she said, her voice regaining a sharp, haughty edge that sent a jolt of recognition through Damien.
It was the exact tone Elise used when addressing those she deemed beneath her. "Third Daughter of the Sanguine Court. As for the crest..."
She gestured toward the Silver Serpent on the carriage door with an elegant flick of her wrist.
Frost began to creep across the ground where she stood, the ice crystals blooming with deep, crimson veins of blood mana.
