It was absurd. A scene ripped straight out of the kind of grand, cinematic showdown that felt too dramatic for reality.
Two Immortal-rankers. Two Radiant-rankers. Standing right there in the middle of the ruined arena, their presences warping the very air around them. The battle between Lucifer and me had already sent ripples across the world, but this? This was something else.
And as if things weren't theatrical enough, a figure descended, her navy-blue hair flowing like liquid night under the arena lights.
Eva Lopez, Headmaster of Mythos Academy.
It was rare to see her outside of the Academy's administrative matters. Even rarer to see her involve herself in disputes between factions. Yet here she was, stepping into a situation that was already tense enough to detonate at the slightest provocation.
'This is getting out of hand.'
