Felicia

Felicia

"There's no end to them." Felicia said while exhaling and shook the blood off her Rapier. Her pink eye glowing in the darkness.

Around her, corpses of Voidwalkers were strewn around on the floor. They looked mostly untouched, but if one looked closer, they'd see small punctures where their vital spots were from which blood spilled. Each of them had been killed in a single, precise strike.

Her eyes had lost their faint playfulness and were now completely cold, her figure taught and ready to react to any sort of sneak attack. Not that one would be able to catch her anyway.

She started to move in a certain direction. Trusting her memory as where she was moving was where she had last seen her siblings.

Despite the situation though, Felicia was utterly calm and unperturbed.

'They should have started fighting by now.' She thought as she moved. And amazingly, she was referring to her brother Titus and Richard's battle.