Charlotte exhaled, a slow, measured breath that carried the weight of pure annoyance. In that moment, the Tower's corridors seemed to hold their breath, the mana in the air thick with expectation. "I cannot believe this," she muttered under her breath, rolling her shoulders as her mana unfurled around her—thick as a tidal wave and just as merciless. The very air shuddered under the sheer force of her power, as though reality itself were trembling at her might.
"To think," she continued, her emerald eyes glinting with cold fury, "that I would be this underestimated." Her mana swirled hungrily around her, like a kingdom's subjects bowing in absolute submission to their sovereign, every spark and wisp eager to obey.
