16

Lunara's benefactor snorted, a dismissive sound that only fueled her rage further. As she lunged at him, she was taken aback when he did not even attempt to dodge. Instead, with a swift motion, he caught her wrist firmly in his hand, a smug look plastered across his face.

"This?" he taunted, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he held her in place. Lunara felt a surge of anger erupt within her, roaring defiantly as she refused to be subdued. Instead of trying to wrench her hand free from his grasp, she seized the opportunity to attack with her other claw, aiming to strike him at close range.

"How about this?" she growled, her voice low and filled with fury. But to her dismay, her benefactor caught her second attack with equal ease, rendering her efforts futile once again. It was infuriating, feeling like a caged beast, her instincts screaming for freedom while she struggled against his grip.

She felt the heat of her anger intensifying, her crimson eyes blazing with fury as she glared at him. The distortion of her face mirrored the chaos within her, a primal growl escaping her lips as she fought against his hold. The world around them faded, leaving only the two of them locked in this struggle—a battle of wills, a clash of emotions.

Her benefactor leaned closer, his expression shifting from amusement to something more serious as he observed the rage that consumed her. "Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "So filled with anger and yet so easily contained. Do you really think this is enough to defeat me?"

Lunara growled again, the sound vibrating in her chest, her spirit unyielding despite the overwhelming odds. She would not let his mockery break her. In that moment, she realized that the fight was not just against him, but against the very betrayal that had set her on this path. With every ounce of strength left within her, she would find a way to break free, to reclaim her power, and to ensure that he would pay for the destruction he had wrought upon her life.