Level… 70!

"What's wrong with her?!" Thalia shouted, sprinting as the relentless wave of swords surged after them.... like a Tsunami, each one cutting through the air with deadly intent.

"I have no idea... Maybe the game twisted her, turned her against us," Raven answered, running faster while cradling Helena in her arms, since Helena not good with running.

Helena, her brow furrowed, kept her gaze locked on Aqualina, who stood calmly atop the raging sword-tsunami. "No," Helena whispered, shaking her head, "I don't think she's twisted… She still looks exactly the same—cold, indifferent… like when I first met her." Helena shivered at the memory, watching Aqualina's calm and detached expression. 'What could have happened to her?'

"We can't keep running forever, right?" Thalia glanced back at Raven.

Raven's voice rose above the clanging swords. "Aqualina! What's happened to you? You told us not to betray each other—and now you're going back on your own words?"