At yet another edge of the Misty Lands, another figure stood.
Her eyes burned like molten lava as the air around her grew hotter with every passing second, causing the surrounding space to ripple beneath the relentless heat.
"Hahaha!" Tara suddenly broke into a fit of unrestrained laughter.
At present, her body was marred with countless claw marks carved across her flesh, blood continuously flowing from the wounds and soaking her robe. The sheer amount she had lost was enough for an ordinary person to have collapsed long ago, if not died outright.
Yet Tara paid it no mind.
It was as though she couldn't even feel the pain.
Her entire focus remained fixed on the air before her, her blazing eyes reflecting the countless notifications suspended there.
"Wondrous..."
It was the only word she could think of to describe what she was seeing.
