The voice carried authority, stopping Yuka just short of drawing his sword while Damon had already begun to cover his arm with Shadow Armor.
Both fighters stepped back, keeping their guards up against each other. Damon knew that if the situation were reversed, he wouldn't have stopped—he would've struck without hesitation. But alas…
He shifted his attention toward the source of the voice.
Standing apart from the crowd was a young woman.
Her long black hair cascaded in elegant ringlets, and she wore the uniform of the Imperial Academy—a pristine white coat with gold accents, a matching skirt flowing around her legs. A brooch gleamed on her chest, signifying her status, and in her hands, she held a small stack of papers.
Damon's gaze flicked toward Lilith, who merely spared the girl a glance.
"It has been too long, Lady Emilia Highgon," she murmured.
Emilia.
Her violet eyes locked onto Lilith Astranova.
