Mr. Harrison watched in disbelief, witnessing the Solistice slip away before his very eyes. An overwhelming surge of anger coursed through him, leaving him at a loss for how to alleviate the seething rage that consumed him.
Meanwhile, the other Solistice, who had been engaged in battle with Freya, now felt a sense of relief knowing that his brother had escaped unharmed. It provided a small assurance that even if he were to perish in this confrontation, his brother would still be available to pursue their sinister objectives.
Freya, her voice laced with determination, confronted the Solistice, her eyes blazing with fury. Without hesitation, she seized him by the neck, lifting him into the air—an incredible display of strength for someone of her small stature. Lydia, astonished at the sheer power emanating from Freya, marveled at her friend's ability to effortlessly lift someone twice her size.
