Power Just Under Divine

The world had gone still.

The small swirls of space currents ceased their movements, the ebb and flow of aura ended, the tiny floating matter froze.

Varian, standing strong over the dead assassin's body, was the fastest among those present.

But even his eyelids only moved slightly. Except for the voice she deliberately sent out with aura a few seconds earlier, he didn't even register her presence with his eyes.

Even though they were seperated by one or was it two, ranks, she was beyond their reach.

In the far distance, well outside solar system, was a woman dressed in a silken white dress.

An oval face, small nose and purple lips with eyes of same color, she would've passed for a model in any of the beauty competitions.

If only she wasn't eight feet tall with a soft golden skin tone unseen in any human.

Even if these aspects were to be expected, the soft silver glow eminating from all over her body would be the final blow.