The tension in the air was so thick that its almost suffocating. Erik, Liam, and Mia quickly regained their wits and instinctively grabbing their Boltrs and raised the weapons. They moved faster than Freya who stood frozen, her wide eyes locked onto the blonde woman standing before them.
The woman wore a black coat of armor, her expression just as shocked as Freya. But then, something shifted in the woman's gaze. Her jaw tightened, and a look of hostility appeared over her face.
"How did you escape?" the blonde woman asked with grited teeth, her voice sharp.
None of them answered. Erik glanced at Freya, waiting for her to give the order because she was the most capable among them, after all. But when he looked at her Erik's frown deepened. Freya's expression wasn't just surprise; it was recognition. She knew this woman.
"Freya!" Erik said urgently, snapping her out of her shock.
