An angry mother
In the blink of an eye, or 0.2 seconds to be exact...
"Who dared lay a finger on my daughters?"
Valentina's voice cut through the chaos like a blade. The battlefield, which had moments earlier been shrouded in shadow and death, was instantly engulfed in a searing red light, as if the flames of hell itself had descended. Her long red hair whipped through the air like serpents of fire, and her eyes burned with an uncontrollable fury, more intense than the heart of a volcano.
Aaela, Kaaelani, and Saelaara, still staggering from the wave of darkness that had nearly swallowed them whole, lifted their gazes toward the fiery figure standing before them. Valentina, their mistress, had always been a figure of authority and power, but now… now she was the living embodiment of destruction.