WHOOSH.
Freya moved.
No words. No hesitation. Just a burning rage that set the air on fire.
She walked straight to Selene's broken body, her face unreadable. When she knelt beside her, white flames flickered to life at her fingertips, gentle yet absolute.
The second they touched Selene's wounds—FOOM—they roared to life, swallowing her whole.
The battlefield trembled.
And then—
Selene gasped.
Her shattered ribs snapped back into place. Blood reversed course, vanishing into her skin. Strength flooded her limbs, her body fixing itself in seconds.
Selene blinked, dazed.
But Freya?
She didn't even look at her.
She just stood up—slow, deliberate—her crimson eyes locked on Wraith.
Still silent.
Then—
She moved.
BOOM.
The ground shattered beneath her as she vanished.
And then—
Wraith's head jerked sideways as a fist buried itself in his face.
BANG.
