With the cause of her unhappiness now dead and gone, the cold look in her eyes and expression vanished completely, her smile returning with full vigor, radiating the unrestrained happiness she had been holding back just moments ago. A strange light flickered across her face, one that revealed not only relief but also a renewed desire for another battle, as though the battlefield itself existed solely to entertain her.
"Here to join the fun?" she suddenly spoke, her voice loud enough to cut through the lingering silence. Two eleven-winged Angels stood a few meters away from her. They had just killed a member of the Bone race and were about to search for another opponent, but they did not bother to move since Aura Nova had practically delivered herself to them on a silver platter.
Their golden eyes, filled with divine arrogance, narrowed upon her, yet they neither rushed nor hesitated, merely observed, confident in their overwhelming superiority.
