Hela didn't quite understand what Nellie and Inez were talking about.
She wasn't sure why they had started fighting, and she hadn't even realized how bad the outcome could be.
A young woman who grew up in a town, despite descending from nobility, clutched her axe tightly at this very moment.
A female knight, born into a prestigious family, with a bleak childhood and life, teeth and claws growing on her body. The lungs of a dragon breathed the pure element, and the dragon's heart drove the blood laden with immense magic power.
When the two women stood in opposition to each other, Hela felt a wave of tension and worry wash over her.
Even though she didn't know what was going to happen, she could feel the moisture in the air condensing, freezing, about to become lethal shards of micro-ice that could puncture lungs.
