Tiere was a woman of few words, and seemingly not much a fan of conversation, because as soon as she spoke, she had already taken a step forward.
The slicing winds and howling cyclones formed from the unsheathing of her scythes cut across the air, whipping about in almost loose strands of chaos that lashed against their clothing and hair.
The shocking part?
It was all physical strength.
Sylas couldn't sense any sort of Wind Aether coming from her at all. But this wasn't what truly baffled him. The question still remained the same.
Why was she so confident?
And then came the flicker.
A silvery grey armor took shape. It was just a helm, one that formed over her delicate features and protruded out with the powerful horn of a rhino.
At that moment, something that had been kept suppressed spilled out in waves, and Sylas finally grasped it.
'Rhino Warlord Armor? I see…'
