***
For a long time, Adaria couldn’t move. The vengeance which was pulsing through her veins had frozen her at the sight of Ophelia, and it almost seemed like she wasn’t actually there.
The Reavers circled them, but Adaria’s eyes were trained on one person and one person alone. Never mind the fact that if the Reavers attacked now, she would probably be dead before she even got to Ophelia. But her hatred blinded her, and it made the Reavers seem like unimportant creatures while the main villain was right before her.
“I should say you’ve changed, but that would be a lie,” Ophelia said. “Nothing has really changed, has it?”
Adaria lifted the Morningstar so that it would be clearly visible to Ophelia. The latter froze as her eyes landed on the sword, and a madness flickered in her eyes.
