An entity, the one whose presence was awaited in this battle, finally made her appearance.
It… She suspended above them, way above them, near the highest chamber.
Her eyes were covered by her bangs, her fingers were scarily long and delicate, and she had no legs.
Completing her look was a sabrina dress of pale green and pale blue.
Anyone in the Mortal Realm would mistake her for a Banshee, Ghost, or some sort of Undead Spirit.
But here, in this realm, this creature is a special Voidal Knight—the Singing Lady.
Swish!
Gazing down at the intruders with her pale, unsettling white eyes, the Singing Lady made her move, a subtle wave of her hands. It looked gentle, delicate, but the result was anything but. The aura that was contained within her burst forth, no fancy splash or explosion, only a relentless waterfall of power.
It pressed hard over the intruders like a heavy blanket.
Everyone was surprised.
Viora and Crimoria weren't an exception.
