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Lady Seraphine stared at her opponent in disbelief. She had never imagined she would be fighting someone everyone dismissed as a poor, fragile thing—someone destined to be exploited as a mere resource, an unfortunate victim of her own powers who would likely surrender without a struggle and accept death.
Yet the Mirai before her was utterly transformed. This was no longer the original girl. She had been forged in the crucible of Louis's brutal training, hardened further by repeated brushes with death, and now burned with ruthless fury toward the very people responsible. They stood right in front of her.
Mirai was enraged. Louis wasn't the only one who wanted to tear the soldiers of the Vultarn High Dominion apart. Frostbane was her home—the nation founded by Benladra, whom she regarded as an aunt—and the kingdom where everyone she loved and cherished lived. It was the country Louis adored with all his heart.
