Roland
The Mistress of Oaths and Deception's aura was calm and restrained as normal, but she'd been injured. Her dress was ripped slightly over her left abdomen, the fabric covered in her blood, and there was an open gash on her right arm, though both wounds were closing as she channeled her qi into them, guided by some Law Roland hadn't seen before. Still, given what type of monster she was, it was hard not to be at least somewhat affected by her, and Roland had to fight those feelings down.
"Who are you?" the leader of the rebels asked, her eyes looking from the Mistress of Oaths and Deception to the Heavenly Spark Soul King and back. Given the lack of lust in her eyes, the barrier around them seemed to block her from being able to sense the Heavenly Spark Soul King's aura, so she didn't show any fear at all.
"Isn't that obvious?" The Mistress of Oaths and Deception smiled, her apparent confidence boosting Roland's morale even further.