The woman tilted her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "Let's just say I've come to give the kingdom a little hand. Things are getting out of hand, wouldn't you agree?" She twirled the fan gracefully, the motion mesmerizing as shimmering clock faces appeared around her, spinning slowly in the air.
Osalf's gaze flicked to the crest emblazoned on her chest—a symbol he didn't recognize. His body tensed as bubbles began to rise from the ground around the fallen bodies, their iridescent surfaces reflecting faint images of the past. He reached instinctively for the hilt of his blade, but his arm faltered under its weight.
"Easy there, General," she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. She gave him a playful wink before snapping her fan closed and pointing it directly at him. "You've already done enough for one day."
