"Next time, I will kill you."
Mirabella's voice was like a blade of ice, cutting through the heavy atmosphere. She didn't spare a second glance for the cratered earth or the fallen warrior. Entering the tower, she moved with the practiced indifference of a queen, her team following her in a tight, disciplined formation. To them, Ethan was no longer an obstacle; he was a footnote in the history of Mirabella's ascent.
Eve blinked, the silver light in her eyes flickering as she drew back her energy. The sheer weight of the power she had just witnessed left her momentarily breathless:
"Let's go!" she commanded her battered squad. Sensing a rare opportunity for safety, she followed Mirabella inside, her team clinging to the Dragon Academy's wake like shadows.
