Apostle.

Mavena ran after a black figure traversing through the leaves. A large bump swelled out of her forehead, but she was still unfazed; her swords glowed in a silvery light as she sliced through the trees that blockaded her advance.

“You just had one task,” Vincent sighed.

“I am sorry!” Faviana frantically jumped from one branch to another.

“This won’t do,” he said. “We should leave.”

“No! I can still turn this back!” she said.

“You cannot,” Vincent warned.

“Trust me! Vincent!” Faviana pleaded. “Just give me one last chance.”

“Alright, do what you want.”

“Thank you!” she circled around a tree and dived down below.

Clang! Mavena raised her swords overhead in the form of a cross. Silver light flared across and enshrouded the blades in resplendent infernos.

Swoosh! She sliced the air. Two long beams of silver light flew out and soared towards Faviana.

Faviana smirked and spread open her arms wide as if greeting a long-lost friend, “Pitiful attacks, hah--”