Lara Sanguis was seated in her semi-throne within her office, tapping the table lightly. Her face was pulled into a deep scowl as she thought of the events that had occurred in these past few years, which had set her back by a great amount.
And also, the person who was at the forefront of these events.
"Dante…" Lara muttered that name with a seething hatred only inferior to her despise for Luka.
She clenched her fists tightly, her entire body's blood rushing through her veins as her anger peaked at the thought of the fellow. In the end, she could only release her grip and sigh helplessly, knowing that the current her was no longer capable of dealing with him.
Unlike Dante, who had probably been growing in strength since their last fight, she could not grow at all as a clone. Her power was given, now developed nor worked for, so she would display the same amount of strength no matter how many years passed.
