The entire ground shook violently. Northern stood through the force of the shockwave, undeterred. While Rughsbourgh was shielded by space itself, the debris and dust separated—fled from him.
Slowly the dust began to settle, and Northern could pierce it with his eyes—in fact, the moment the person landed, a dark frown settled on his forehead.
At the same time... his heart was leaping?
Black lustrous hair fluttered in the wind, sinister black armor that seemed to embrace smoky darkness as a cloak, and a pale, expressionless stare with crimson eyes that was utterly unreadable. The most unreadable of them all.
And two long, macabre swords in her hands.
Northern's eyes were radiating an eerie coldness—evil and dangerous!
"Raven..."
She turned to look at Northern, then she... smiled.
Northern felt his heartbeat quicken. He frowned at both the racing heartbeat and the smile.
'What? Why is she smiling? That evil being.'
