Three-eyed Unicorn

Winners would take it all. Losers would lose their lives.

This was an irrefutable rule in the world of the strong where survival was the fittest.

Theta Mariyah understood this the most. After all, she grew up in that fuck up Mariyah Household.

Her gaze as she stared at the other girl being torn to shred while still alive was eerily serene. It was as if she already expected this sight – it was hauntingly calm. 

Like a calm ocean. Though tranquil, no one would know what kind of beast was lurking beneath its façade of peace.

Theta Mariyah's gaze was comparable to this dangerous yet serene ocean.

Following the flying mounts, Theta took Sena by the waist and held her like a sack of potatoes on her shoulder.

From one branch to another, from one tree to another, Theta blended with the forest's darkness as she followed the envoy's flying mounts.