[Arena.]
"This?!!" Nadia stood up in shock, her chair clattering against the marble floor. Her eyes were glued to the holographic feed of the decimated clearing.
"Who is that lady?!!" She yelled, her voice cracking with a rare loss of composure. As a Master Teacher, she understood the power scaling of this world better than most, and the woman on the screen defied every known metric.
"She called herself Mirabella's slave... And to know great-grandfather, this lady isn't simple," Emperor George said, his voice low and dangerous. He stared at his elder sister, his mind racing through the historical records of the Sword Empire. To speak of the founder with such casual familiarity suggested a lifespan or a lineage that predated the current imperial era.
