Iris faintly saw a sword flashing in the sunlight aimed at her chest, her fingers frozen, unable to move to protect herself, her tears falling on the snow piled up on the stage.
Iris surrendered.
At least she had seen Thomas one last time, Iris put a smile on her pale lips, she closed her eyes, ready to put her life in Miguel's hands.
Time passed very slowly, the sword touched her open chest, about to rip her chest.
PRANG!
The transparent white wall that protected Miguel from the arrows was suddenly smashed to pieces as a large gray wolf slammed its body inside, it rolled over and opened its mouth to pounce on Miguel.
Miguel swung his sword at the wolf, something strangled him from behind. He struggled and the person who was strangling him darted toward Iris, sending her flying into her arms.
Miguel saw a girl with short hair jerking bat wings towards him, it was Alita.
