Just as Liana's blade was about to descend, a flash of white light erupted from the side. Gloria's massive white-ore warhammer materialized in a brilliant flash, slamming into the dark blade with a deafening clang that echoed through the training hall. The impact sent a shockwave of force rippling outward, dispelling some of the surrounding miasma.
"Liana! Stop it! She's your little sister!" Gloria's voice was sharp, her eyes locked onto Liana's terrifying form.
Liana's gaze slowly shifted toward Gloria and the others. Her blood-red eyes narrowed, and a chilling, distorted smile spread across her lips.
"Ara~?" Her voice was no longer melodic, but a layered, dissonant whisper that came from all directions at once. "You all dare to interfere…?"
Her presence grew heavier, the dark miasma swirling violently around her. The shadowy figures halted, their glowing red eyes turning toward Gloria and the others.
