In another region of the Void Realm, far from the holy grounds of the Nine Court Heads, a barren wasteland stretched beneath a blood-red sky.
Twelve bodies lay scattered across the rocky ground. Men and women alike. Their postures were frozen in terror. Some had crushed chests. Others had flattened limbs. One body was embedded six inches into a boulder, the stone molded around his form like a coffin.
Isabella Vorn stood at the center of the carnage. Her dark violet uniform was spotless with no single drop of blood on her. Her black hair hung loose around her shoulders, and her eyes... her eyes seemed soulless and empty.
Her aura flared—whuum—Peak Mana Heart.
In her left hand, she held a man by the throat. His face was purple, his legs kicking uselessly in the air. His hands clawed at her arm—scratch—but her grip was iron.
"Please—" he choked. "Please, I didn't even offend you—"
Isabella tilted her head with an indifferent expression.
