Streaks of violet lightning trailed behind her as Ytrisia shot across rooftops, the very air cracking with pressure.
Her boots barely touched the concrete before she leapt again—fast, furious, untamed. Purple light pulsed violently from her back and shoulders, flickering like wings ready to tear through the sky itself.
"Cruxius, really? Again, the same thing?!"
She clenched her fists mid-flight.
The glow around her intensified, casting an eerie violet hue across the darkening skyline. She was moving too fast, almost recklessly, as if distance would numb the sting in her chest.
She landed hard on a metal tower beam, the shock echoing through the structure. Her body swayed, but her feet stayed planted. She inhaled deeply.
"Haah."
Then, silence.
The wind tousled her hair, and the last flickers of purple faded from her skin as she gripped her chest—right over her heart.
"I knew it," she muttered bitterly. "I knew he'd do it again…"
