129 The weak don't deserve mercy!

Stopping in her tracks, Solara walked back, a foot away from Alta.

Holding her glare, Alta blinked to ease the tension between them, flashing a grin.

"Did I strike a delicate chord?" Alta teased in a whisper.

Raising a brow at her words, Solara's eyes glowed as her hair flew in all directions.

Alta was temporarily distracted by the growing fire around her, looking about in confusion at the fire consuming the nearby bushes and trees.

Closing her eyes, Solara let out a sigh of disappointment and shook her head after deactivating her ability.

Alta furrowed her brows, taking two steps back to regroup her thoughts. To her shock, the garden was in its original state devoid of the fire.

'What the hell–'

"Don't mess with me to witness the outcome of showing my true strength." Solara hissed with a creepy smile.

Putting her hand out in a shake, she wiggled her brows.

"Come on, let's maintain our friendship as always." Solara gave an eye-shut smile.