For the moment she would be vulnerable—exhausted, distracted, separated from the others.
Only… that moment never came.
Noita’s sharp gaze tracked the battlefield, zeroing in on her target.
Selene.
But the girl was not weak. She was not cornered or afraid.
She was unleashed.
Selene moved through the chaos like she had done it a hundred times before. Blood soaked her hands, her eyes glowing with a furious light. She fought not like someone desperate to survive—but like someone born for battle.
Noita’s eyes narrowed.
This wasn’t right.
The fae inside the girl was supposed to be dormant—put to sleep. Silenced. Her power fragmented.
So how was she fighting like that?
How was she holding back their forces alone?
How was she still standing?
As if hearing her very thoughts, Selene tur
