Before the Septets could even take a step, Nyxira blurred forward, a streak of black and crimson tearing through the desert night. From her fingers, long, curved claws of shadow-forged steel extended, glowing with a deadly red aura.
With terrifying grace, she tore into the Wraiths — one s***h, one kill. Their black crystalline bodies split apart like brittle glass, each screech that escaped them echoing across the dunes before being silenced.
Remiel, Emriel, and Remael watched with arms folded, pride glimmering in their eyes. But the rest of the Septets stood frozen in disbelief — their faces lit with shock as they witnessed the once-feared Fury Queen cutting down monsters that would have taken all of them to subdue… with frightening ease.
Scylla’s jaw clenched as she muttered under he
