"Forgiven," Landris smiled, "but how about we put away our swords, huh? Catch up for a bit?"
"No thanks, nerd," Valeria grinned. "⌈Blood. Hand. DesTRUCTION!⌋"
Valeria held her hands out, forming a bubbling, crimson sphere of energy between her palms. ⌈Blood Hand Destruction⌋ was something her body could only handle once per sun, but with recent developments in mind, it was appropriate.
Her opponent was none other than the exiled Prince Landris, the last surviving *true* member of the Wyndham royal line.
Ugh. It was a really bad situation.
It was all Dunzis' fault!
Because of that scumbag and *only* because of that scumbag, Valeria was guilty of attempted regicide!
If word made it back home... her family would be stripped of their dukedom.
TherefooOore...
Landris had to die.
Therefore, Valeria literally used her most powerful spell.
But something even worse happened.
Thunder God - “Have you met that child before, friend-Maedar? The way she looks at you...”
Tycon - “--is as such because she judges me by the caliber of my company.”
Krysaos - "You guys are being lied to. That's not a CHILD!!"