The woman flicked the remaining ash from her blade before sliding it back into its sheath with a smooth motion.
Then she turned and began walking toward them.
The long dark coat draped over her shoulders swayed lightly with each step, the faint glow of lingering light magic fading around her like fireflies. Despite everything that had just happened, her expression remained calm, almost detached.
"Are you two alright?" she asked.
Silvena and Irene did not answer immediately.
They were still staring.
The demon that had cornered them moments ago, one powerful enough to force both of them into desperation, had been erased in seconds.
Effortlessly.
Even Irene, who had spent years training and faced countless opponents, could not hide the disbelief in her eyes.
'Who… is she?'
Then suddenly, Silvena's eyes widened slightly as recognition surfaced in her mind.
'This woman…'
She had seen her before.
At the entrance of the auction hall.
