The cry tore through the clearing like something breaking from deep inside the chest, raw and unrestrained, filled with fear, anger, and a refusal that could not be buried.
Before anyone could even understand where it came from, the air above them rippled.
A surge of dark red mana gathered in an instant.
Faith moved.
Her body lifted from the ground as if pulled by something unseen, her long black hair rising with her as power flooded out of her in waves. In the span of a heartbeat, her form changed. Wings burst from her back, wide and powerful, their edges glowing faintly with a deep crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat.
She did not hesitate.
She flew straight toward Cain.
The force of her movement sent a strong wind through the clearing, scattering dust and loose stones, making even the armored soldiers take a step back.
Cain's eyes widened.
He felt it.
The power coming from her.
It was not the same as before.
