The air shook as the silver arrow dissolved into countless motes of starlight, its brilliance lingering in the sky like a comet refusing to fade.
Stella stood atop her giant Wren, her long black hair tied in a ponytail fluttered in the wind and her eyes locked on King Astrion with sharpness that could pierce even the heavens.
"You will not touch him," Stella declared, her voice calm yet carrying the weight of unshakable resolve.
Was she afraid of King Astrion?
Not one bit.
In the eyes of others, the Pseudo-Celestial might have been an unstoppable force of nature.
But she had grown up in a family where beings such as the King of Artem were only treated as retainers.
One of her mothers could easily devour King Astrion, and the latter wouldn't even be able to fight back. Or, her father would simply slap the arrogant King, and that would be the end of him.
Being surrounded by powerful individuals made Stella fearless.
