"Hm?"
Velvet's body shook, glaring towards the mountains to the west, while Vinea, Levia and Erika stabilised themselves after heavy practice. She wasn't able to move. 'Damn, what the hell is that aura.' A violent vibration of aura enshrouded her with enough pressure to crack her scales, the sensation like countless daggers piercing her flesh.
Her right hand extended, rapidly gathering the last bits of divine aura. Beautiful violet scales formed from her shoulders, down to her wrists, before clawed gauntlets of jet black scales covered her hands.
Wooom, clack!
'I cannot let whoever it is disturb Vinea and these girls... They're about to reach the next stage.'
A sense of purpose grew inside her chest. The other wives called her big sister because she fought, trained and guided them all. 'Even Serena...' Despite her will to fight. When she stepped forward, the muscles in her legs tightened and spasmed.
