She had lived for fifty years and of those fifty, she had spent the last five as a Daemon, crossing the threshold between the 7th Lock and the 8th Lock in a display that caused many to regard her as a worthy successor to her mother's bloodline.
From then until now, she had never known defeat and even now, as she lay on the ground with a missing arm, scars all over her body and a bleeding wound at the center of her chest, Sayda did not wish to know it.
"How dare you!" She lashed out with pure Authority and though it was not at the level where she would completely dominate the aether to prevent anyone else from being able to utilize it due to her injury, it was definitely enough to send everyone around her flying, including Alex.
For a moment, even the perpetual snowstorm ceased, revealing the others that were hidden in it, all of whom were covered by Arwen's flames.
Sayda clenched her jaw as she got back on her feet, clearly enraged by what she considered as the utter disrespect.
