Tristen’s P. O. V.
‘Diana!!! What the hell have you become, Diana?!’ looking at her destructive self, I could not think about anything else at this moment.
The moment Diana wielded the sword, heads after heads kept falling and rolled on the pool of blood without any mercy at all. She kept swaying her blade so fast that it became almost invisible in the air which was making it quite hard to see from where her sword was coming and cutting the flesh on its way ever so ruthlessly, without considering anyone right at this moment.
Ruthless.
Yes, that is what she became. A ruthless warrior.
I must say that I have never seen such a skill in any other warrior before throughout my life in the battle ground. There is no shame to accept the fact that even I could not swing my sword like the way
