A fluffy tail swayed beside her, bringing an oddly reassuring presence.
It was relaxing.
Was this what having a pack meant?
She lay comfortably between two loyal dogs, when a baffling phrase suddenly popped into her mind, making her smile.
Then she pulled herself together and threw herself wholeheartedly into her work.
Time slipped slowly through her fingers like fine sand, while the sun gradually sank from its lofty place in the sky toward the horizon. Darkness steadily fell.
Just then, a strange dimensional ripple suddenly spread through the air, bursting outward like ripples on water.
Acheron instantly became alert. Her eyes flew open, and she gripped the longsword in her hand, tearing open the space before her with a single slash.
Yet the sight before her left her stunned—a dump truck was charging straight at her.
Acheron did not hesitate. She immediately drew her blade to meet it. However, the Autobot seemed prepared and suddenly hurled a figure at her.
It was a white-haired woman, clearly an innocent victim.
Acheron's heart tightened. She could not swing her sword at an innocent person, so she abruptly sheathed it and tightly caught the woman in her arms. Then, she raised her blade once more and summoned the Eclipse.
But that Motorhead ran freakishly fast.
It was clearly just an inferior imitation that had borrowed a fraction of an Emissary's power, yet when it fled, it moved as fast as some damn gray wolf, vanishing into nothingness in an instant.
Acheron's expression darkened at once, like a sky thick with storm clouds, oppressive enough to suffocate.
The pressure radiating from her was like a freezing north wind, biting and heavy. Everything around her seemed to be covered in frost, frozen within that grim atmosphere.
A dignified Void Emissary had actually allowed someone