BOOOMMM!!
SsssshhHHhhhhh!
The waves of air trembled violently as they sliced through everything in their path, cutting down debris, shattering remnants of buildings, and sending razor-sharp gusts in all directions.
In the midst of this chaos, a lone figure moved with insane precision, twisting and leaping through the deadly winds. She barely avoided the airwaves by mere inches, her silvery-white hair whipping wildly as the force of the wind snapped away stray strands.
Aria—once a woman who couldn't even lift a finger against her so-called chosen Ex-husband—was now standing face-to-face against him, fighting with everything she had.
BOOM!
She knocked an arrow, the weapon slicing through the air with lethal accuracy. Alaric's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head, just barely dodging it. His expression twisted in annoyance as he took a step back, eyes scanning Aria with something almost close to disbelief.
