The last thing Dalia heard was the angelic chanting that called forth the goddess. The last thing she saw was that authoritative gaze that immediately collapsed her ego.
Dalia felt like she was submerged in endless muddy water. Light, sound, sensation as a whole felt distant and ethereal.
Just…how did she arrive in this place?
in the outside world, Dalia's body relaxed, her large head falling to the floor. Her eyes glazed over without a hint of consciousness, however, Dalia had yet to completely pass out.
Elena watched her calmly, waiting for her to reach this state.
"First question: What is your name and rank?" She asked commandingly.
"Dalia Necron, Leader of the Black Dragon Clan's 64th Attack Team."
The response she wanted came immediately. Dalia answered with slurred words, clearly unable to consciously understand her own actions.
Elena nodded matter-of-factly.
"Good. Why did you attack me today?"
