At the rear of the battlefield, Ravenna smiled as she faced both Yeon and Aluria.
With the Chaos Dolls standing at her side, she had no fear of being outnumbered. Nor did she fear being outmatched.
One was the Ocean Goddess, sovereign of the endless seas.
The other was Yeon, a mage who had risen from obscurity to become one of the greatest archmages of the current age.
Yet Ravenna remained as calm as ever, her smile never wavering.
Yeon's eyes narrowed beneath her mask. Slowly, she reached up and removed it. The moment her face was exposed, memories she had buried deep within her heart resurfaced.
The underground laboratory. The endless experiments. The cold operating tables that were stained with blood.
The burning pain as Ravenna scarred her face.
The countless methods the Apostle of Grief had devised to shatter her body, her will, and her spirit. Every nightmare began and ended with that woman.
