Rilia watched the screen, her azure blue eyes deepening slightly. She had once commanded the Ice Wolf army, had seen battlefields, had seen death, but no matter how horrific her battlefields had been, they still had limits. The scene before her now didn't resemble war.
It resembled punishment.
Like something far above humanity casually erasing an entire civilization below it.
Selina was silent.
Her hand still rested on the sword hilt, but this time, her gaze no longer carried the thrill of combat. A sword could cut a person. Could cut a monster. Could cut an enemy standing before her. But before a tsunami taller than a building, before tentacles crushing a city like crushing a model, individual strength suddenly became very small.
