The arena watched in silence as the battle commenced. Prince Aetherion Nightingale didn't seem to have a single expression on his face at all, watching on in silence much like everyone else.
But the end result was obvious to them all.
What wasn't obvious was just how seemingly close Thessa would get.
What her First and Second Years didn't notice was that Thessa didn't take 200 puppets with her at all. She chose the substance of the moment, the importance of momentum itself, over the logic of her decision.
Peeling off from the fortress, she headed straight to the enemy army, crashing into it like a meteor and unleashing a slaughter that came from the depths of her soul.
She cut down two or three puppets at a time, weaving her way through toward the humans she could sense with only the intent to take their heads.
She refused to go down without seeing a single one of them. She didn't know fatigue or struggle. It was as though she was being held up by something beyond just herself.
