The illusion of the masque was completely broken by now.
And it was now a battlefield—no, a playground—for the newest faction who had stepped into the Land of Weaving.
Ash and his women watched from the elevated guest area as the chaos below reflected in their eyes like a performance staged for their amusement.
Shockwaves rolled through the realm, and unlike the cultivators of this system, the damage Diana caused did not heal cleanly. Her power left fractures that resisted repair and scars etched into the fabric of the realm.
Madison, still perched comfortably in Ash's lap, let out a low whistle.
"You know… Diana is my speed. No need to pretend weakness against ants."
Sylvie leaned forward, shaking her head with a knowing smile.
"Pretend? Diana would never... She's been itching to swing that spear since we arrived."
Rune crossed her arms, gaze drifting lazily across the battlefield.
"Only Yonna is as untamed as her… well, excluding you, Madison."
Madison smirked proudly.
