Venerable Knight Lussandra traveled through the skies in silence.
As a Peak Primarch and a Heaven's Warrior, she wasn't restricted by the Eighth Bastion City's flight rules, nor could the formation encompassing the city hold her back even if it wanted to.
The winds howled past her green-white robes while the unconscious Jillian Hayden rested gently in her arms. Her verdant seraph wings emitted a faint emerald glow that cut through the dark clouds above the city districts. She had long since suppressed her anger, but the coldness in her eyes remained.
Below her, the Eighth Bastion City stretched endlessly beneath the haze of war preparations and restless cultivators.
She had seen corruption before, had seen noble clans hide crime, and had seen powerful men treat women like possessions. But somehow, witnessing it personally inside the City Lord Manor still left a bitter taste in her mouth.
