Anya's sleek supercar tore down the highway, the engine roaring as she sped through the open road, her hands gripping the wheel.
A small, triumphant smile lingered on her lips. She couldn't deny it—something about her conversation with Alister made her chest feel lighter.
If she weren't driving, she might've taken a picture of herself to capture this rare moment of pride.
Then, in an instant, that feeling vanished.
A female figure appeared ahead, standing in the center of the highway. Cloaked in black and red armor with a small red cape beginning at her waist, at the front and back of her body, she held a long black spear with a red blade gripped in her right hand. Curved, reddish-black horns protruded from her head, a long tail covered in black scales swayed behind her, and red eyes glowed from the visor of her helmet.
A massive, reddish-black aura erupted from her body as her crimson eyes focused on Anya.
