Princess Sonya froze like a statue and stared at glowing red eyes with a blank gaze.
There were drops of blood dripping down her palm. The droplets were vaguely visible before they were engulfed by the darkness enveloping Isadora.
The defensive formations helped out Sarah and Isadora against the Veyans but they still had some injuries.
Of course, compared to his injuries which included him nearly dying, they were much better off.
Isadora raised her palm and a thick killing intent began to gather.
"Now wait a minute," Varian raised his arm and stood between the two. "I have some questions. And then she's yours."
A sword materialized in Isadora's hand. With a light swing, it tore the space apart as it pointed towards Sonya behind Varian.
"Move." Her voice was filled with deep anger and madness.
"No." Varian's voice was calm but his resolve was as firm as hers. "The questions come first. Your actions, later."