Savra’s eyes narrowed as she looked at the woman standing in front of them.
A tall, confident woman with pink-blonde hair and glowing eyes.
She wore a tight black suit and a velvet jacket.
A glowing collar pulsed at her throat.
"Who are you?" Savra asked. Her voice was sharp.
"Where are we? Where is Vorthar?"
The woman smiled.
"Vorthar?" she said, tilting her head like she was trying to rember.
"Never heard of him."
She stepped forward slowly and crossed her arms.
"You’re in my master’s base. That’s all you need to know. So relax. He’ll co see you soon."
Savra clenched her fists.
Zelia looked down at her side. Her sword was gone.
"My weapon..." she said softly.
Savra turned to her. "Don’t worry, Zelia. I’ll handle this."
Flas flickered around her palm.
"I don’t know who you are," Savra said as she stood up.
"But I don’t like being taken."
The woman gave a teasing smirk. "Bold. I like that."
She didn’t move.
Velra just stood with one leg slightly raised, like a dancer waiting to strike.
"And you are?" Savra asked.
The woman gave a slow smile.
"You can call Velra. My full na doesn’t matter."
She touched the collar around her neck lightly.
"I belong to my master. I follow only him."
Zelia stood up beside Savra.
Her eyes were calm, but she was watching everything.
"Where’s my sword?" she asked quietly.
Velra shrugged.
"No idea. He only brought your body, just as you are. Clothes and nothing else."
Zelia’s eyes narrowed, but she stayed silent.
Velra smiled.
"My master told one thing, though. He made sure to ensure you’re both treated well."
Savra narrowed her eyes. "He took us here? Your master?"
Velra gave a small nod.
"Don’t worry," she said.
"He didn’t hurt you. If anything, he brought you back from sothing worse."
Savra’s hand flared with fire again.
"I don’t care what he did," she said. "I want answers. And I want to leave."
Velra’s smile grew wider.
"I’m afraid that’s not possible. And besides..."
She tilted her head slightly.
"I’ve been curious to see just how special you really are."
Savra’s eyes narrowed.
"What are you talking about?"
Velra stepped forward, heels clicking softly on the floor.
"My master," she said. "He told you were his first woman."
Savra frowned. She had been with plenty of n.
Whoever this was, he clearly didn’t know anything about her.
"Who exactly is this ’master’ of yours?" she asked.
"You’ll see soon," Velra said. "He’ll co. Just wait."
Zelia placed a hand on Savra’s shoulder.
"We’re not in danger," she said softly. "Not yet. Let’s see what he wants."
Savra looked at her, then nodded.
"I’m still burning her if she tries anything," she said.
Velra laughed.
"I wouldn’t expect anything less."
Savra crossed her arms, eyes still glowing with heat.
"Fine," she said. "We’ll wait. But your master better talk fast."
Velra stood still for a mont. Then she gave a slow smirk.
"Oh? So you will wait, huh?"
Suddenly, without warning, Velra dashed forward. Her heel snapped upward in a sharp kick.
Savra frowned and raised her arm to block.
The sound of the impact echoed through the room. Savra slid half a step back.
"What’s the aning of this?" Savra shouted.
Velra spun backwards and landed lightly, her long legs ready again.
"You said that you’ll wait," Velra said. "But I don’t want to wait."
She placed a hand on her hip.
"I’ve been curious," she said.
"I want to know how good you are, Savra. The woman my master kept thinking about."
Savra’s eyes narrowed.
"You know my na," she said.
"Of course," Velra answered. "Master said it when he found you."
Zelia stepped forward, but Savra lifted her arm to stop her.
"Stay back," Savra said. "Let deal with her."
Zelia nodded once and stood still, but her eyes never left Velra.
Savra smirked and took a step forward.
"So you want to test ?" she said. "Fine. I’m curious too."
She raised her hand, and small flas danced across her palm.
"I’ve been wondering," Savra said, "what kind of woman made your master take notice when he was falling for ."
Velra grinned.
"Then let’s answer that question," Velra said. "Let’s see who’s better."
"You think you’re better than ?" Savra asked.
"I know I’m better," Velra replied.
She gave a short laugh.
"I’m faster. I’m sharper. I’m the one who stands beside him."
Savra smirked.
"We’ll see."
Her flas grew bigger in her hand, glowing bright orange.
"I’m not just soone he rembers," she said. "I’m soone he chose once."
Velra didn’t move. But her eyes sharpened.
"I’m not here to take his heart," she said. "I already belong to him."
She touched the glowing collar on her neck.
Savra looked at it, then raised her brow.
"That doesn’t an you’re special," Savra said. "It just ans you’re loyal."
Velra smirked again.
"You talk a lot," she said. "I want to see what those flas can really do."
Savra took a slow breath. Then she smiled.
"Let’s finish this."
Both of them stepped forward at the sa ti.
Zelia, still calm, crossed her arms and spoke quietly.
"Just don’t destroy the room."
Neither of them replied. The heat in the air rose slightly.
They stood just a few steps apart now.
Savra’s flas flickered across her fingers.
Velra’s heel shifted slightly, ready to strike again.
But for now, they just stared at each other.
Both of them were smiling.
---
Zain, the mastermind behind everything, sat alone in his room, watching the screen.
The cara feed showed Savra and Velra standing face to face, flas and tension rising.
He hadn’t expected Velra to be the one to start the fight.
That was a surprise, even for him.
But he didn’t move to stop it.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk.
He was curious.
Savra had grown stronger in the Supre Island.
He wanted to see how much stronger.
"How far have you co?" he muttered.
He folded his arms.
"This should be entertaining."
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