In a single, fluid displacement of space, Yuki materialized directly in their path, her cold presence cutting off their skyward trajectory like an absolute wall.
The two Paragons ground to an abrupt halt, their auras flaring briefly before settling as they recognized her figure.
"Your Highness," both figures said in unison, offering a synchronized, polite bow in mid-air.
Yuki's brow furrowed, her eyes darkening with a frigid, lethal light. Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her coiled whip, the leather creaking under the sudden spike of her pressure. She skipped all pleasantries.
"I care little for reverence," she said, her voice dropping into a razor-sharp register. "Your current movement was neither reported nor briefed to me, which constitutes a direct breach of our agreement with the Empire."
