Seles' heart pounded.
Amyra's violet eyes gleamed with something dangerous.
Cold.
Calculated.
Inevitable.
Seles' instincts screamed at her.
Amyra was dangerous.
No—Amyra was a monster.
Something was wrong with her.
Seles had seen many strong people before.
But never—never in her whole life—had she felt such an overwhelming, suffocating presence from someone her own age.
Not even from her father, who was at Overlord Rank.
How was it even possible?
Her hands trembled as she took a step back, trying to stay composed.
"W-Wait, I—"
Before she could utter even a single word.
Amyra moved.
No sound.
No warning.
Just instantaneous speed, leaving lightning in her path.
Seles wasn't in the top rank for no reason.
She barely managed to react to her shadow rising from the ground on pure instinct.