Zeyra ripped her blades free, her chest heaving, sweat plastering her dark hair to her forehead. She was exhausted, pushing the very limits of her Layer 0 reserves, but her dark eyes were burning with an obsessive, untamed fire.
She was incredibly strong for her age. The sheer density of the flames surrounding her proved she was standing on the absolute precipice of breaking through to Layer 1. She was undoubtedly the strongest warrior in her batch of newly awakened youth.
But the battlefield was an unforgiving teacher.
As Zeyra was busy violently immolating an unranked beast in front of her, the chaotic din of the battle masked a subtle, deadly shift in the air pressure directly behind her.
