Puppeteer

The atmosphere was tense as Anastasia, Freya, and Arya fixed their gazes on Elysia, their guards raised to the highest degree.

'She's the most troublesome,' Anastasia thought, her expression serious.

Alvis, Ronad, and Gideon each had direct powers, focusing primarily on strength and elemental abilities. But Elysia was different.

Elysia, the Reaper of Time.

Her bloodline was particularly troublesome, allowing her to steal vitality from anything she wished and use it in numerous ways. Her bloodline had many conditions, but even the Ravensteins hadn't been able to figure out all of its intricacies.

Before Anastasia could respond, Freya suddenly stepped forward, positioning herself just in front of her.

"Ugh," Elysia sneered in disgust. "You barely have enough for yourself. Don't waste my time."