The Blood Demon Sect

Garron struggled to turn his head. Nita walked toward him, her steps light, yet the pressure she emitted seemed to press down on the entire room. Her gaze pierced directly into Garron's soul.

"What are you doing, Your Majesty?" Garron's voice grew heavier, his face tense. He attempted a smile, but his expression looked forced. "Aren't you overstepping by interfering in this matter? Even against a Grandmaster?"

Nita remained silent, unaffected. Her eyes stayed calm, but there was a sharp glint in them. "Precisely," she said softly, yet her voice reverberated. "I am simply curious… where did you find the courage to come to this academy and not even acknowledge me as Queen?"

Beside her, energy began to gather. Green particles flickered in the air, slowly forming into an elegant bow in her hands. Moments later, an arrow materialized, vibrating slightly, ready to be released.