At long last, a strange humming sound came from the depths of the distant void. At the edge of the platform, rings of deep, dark ripples spread outward. From their center came the faint, grim sound of clashing weapons and marching armies.
Soon, a figure stepped out from the heart of those dark ripples.
She wore armor with a dark base and golden patterns. Its ancient design covered all the vital parts of her body, and the runes engraved upon it flowed slowly like living creatures, radiating the weathered resilience of something tempered in endless rivers of blood and fire.
The armor did nothing to hide her tall, slender figure. If anything, it added to her imposing air.
It was Second Senior Sister Heng Huan.
She was not stunningly beautiful, but her features were sharply defined, and her face carried the resolute strength of someone who had weathered countless storms. When her phoenix eyes opened and closed, they seemed capable of cutting through every illusion. Even the cheerful streams of starlight around her seemed to freeze wherever her gaze fell.
Heng Huan made no effort to release her aura, yet an invisible killing intent, as if born from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, spread naturally from her.
Her arrival made Qian Huan, who had been playfully chatting, sit up a little straighter. Eldest Senior Brother Zhen Yu, who had kept his eyes closed as he rested, opened them again and gave her a slight nod.
"Second Senior Sister."
Lie Yang, Cang Ming, Xuan Shu, Bing Ling, and Lin Yi all bowed together.
As a senior sister who represented the Human Race on one of its most dangerous front lines, she deserved everyone's respect.
Heng Huan's gaze swept over the group. She nodded slightly to Zhen Yu