Anya sat quietly in the back of the hover car, the soft hum of the engine barely registering in her mind as she gazed out the window.
Her wild purple hair, usually unrestrained, was neatly pulled back, revealing sharp, focused eyes that gleamed with anticipation.
Despite her calm exterior, anyone who knew her well could sense the brewing storm within—the battle craving side of her that thrived on chaos and combat.
The driver, a tall, muscular man named Doran, glanced at her through the rearview mirror. Doran had been Anya's personal guild driver for years, a reliable warrior with a no-nonsense attitude.
He was well aware of her dual nature—calm and collected one moment, a whirlwind of destruction the next. Right now, he could tell she was in her 'calm before the storm' phase, and he knew better than to disturb it without good reason.
"Doran, how's my team doing on the leaderboards?" Anya's voice broke the silence.
