A sword was pointed directly at Beatrix. It stopped her from moving from her position, although she wasn't planning to move anywhere in the first place. She firmly gripped the Golden Globe in her hand as she looked at Impress.
An Elder of her own Clan.
"What are you doing, Impress?" Ricar shouted and almost charged forward, but as he did, Impress stomped her foot on the ground, emitting a large amount of Qi and destroying the floor.
She was showing that she was serious about this matter and even if Ricar was to get involved, she would be willing to fight.
"You two seem pretty tired. I imagine you have been through a lot, so a fight with me is not in your best interest," Impress stated. "And besides, I'm doing all of this for the clan anyway. If we don't return with that item, the Aurora and Illumination Clans will have every right to shun us."
