Why are you here?

The elders gathered in an emergency meeting; the room was filled with past matriarchs, both higher and lesser beings.

The room was tense, filled with figures exuding authority and wisdom, their youthful faces betraying their true ages of over a hundred years.

Supernaturals lived far longer than mortals, with lives stretching up to 500 years- if they weren't cut short by enemies.

The powerful women gathered their faces gloomy at their children's defeat at the hands of a young girl.

Worse, they had seen the excitement in Cyra's expression as she fought- effortless, unbothered, as though the battle had been mere entertainment.

What kind of monster was she? Could she be an old woman like them, disguising herself as a young woman?

No one felt confident facing Cyra. The room hung heavy with silence as they grappled with the reality of a monster in their midst.