It was finally Shinta's turn.
The weight of the entire Half-Blood Hall's fate bore down on her shoulders, and the anticipation from the spectators only added to the tension. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat fueling the simmering irritation within her.
As she stepped forward, the intensity of the moment pushed her emotions to the surface, transforming them into a tangible force.
Dark, obsidian scales began to ripple across her skin, stark against the contrast of her silvery hair. The Khaos energy surged within her, filling her veins with raw, untamed power. It was as if the very essence of her lineage was awakening, responding to the challenge before her.
Her eyes locked onto Zhin, the Aryan faction's golden boy, her voice dripped with venomous resolve, "I'll wipe that smirk off your pretty face."
Zhin replies with a condescending chuckle "Hahaha, little girl making scary faces… I'm so scared."
