Elena stood looking up at the rosy hue across the now clearing sky, the golden fingers of the young sun piercing through the grayish clouds. She breathed heavily as a breeze ruffled the blonde lock of her hair. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fist on the hilt of her sword. It didn’t take her a long time to unsheathe and slash it in the air with such precision that she made a straight line. A yellow flash followed the trail of the track her sword had taken just as a big crack wounded the dimension.A smirk made its way to her lips when a sound of breaking china echoed and a glass-like dome fell like curtains on the ground to reveal the street where thousands of warriors were slain, lying helpless on the pool of their own blood. Wheeling around, she found Hera’s uncon

Never did it cross Hera’s mind that she’d be facing her sister once again, not especially in a situation where she was forced to choose whether or not to free her from her misery or save herself. The decision was made even before she could think about it. The president knew that and he was taking full advantage of it. Guilt weighed her enough for the past few days, years even; now that she had an option to lift the burden on her sister’s shoulder, she, of course, would not hesitate to prioritize her welfare even at the expense of her own. Of course, knowing the president, it would be naïve to think he would just let go of his slave even if Hera was to bargain herself, so either she thought fast of defeating him or die trying in t

Hera used to be a dark rose whose thorns prick anyone brave enough to draw closer. She spewed this kind of scent creeping the hell out of everyone within the radius and even went so far as to cover her face and keep her voice to herself just to annoy their shits.But the truth about it was rooted in her sense of mistrust toward humans. With everything that she’d gone through, her seclusion was such a thick defense mechanism keeping her from ever falling to the bait of insanity. Eyes were the window to the soul. It spoke of a language complex than the verbal dialogue, and so, it revealed everything the mouth couldn’t express. Likewise, the tone of her voice would bring out some emotions she was trying so much to keep hidden. This was to be the reason why she threw the curtains of her hair down her face and tolerate the rumor of her being mute. Even with the many layers erected around her, it didn’t stop the League and Kioven to penet