270 Destined To Face It Alone

A sudden silence blanketed the crowd. The air became suffocatingly heavy as everyone watched, wide-eyed and frozen, at the impossible scenario unfolding before them. It was as if time itself had stopped to bear witness to this surreal spectacle.

Varg stood paralyzed, his claw inches from Ceti's throat while his eyes were tremoring.

Unexpectedly, Ceti's hand, which looked fragile and weak just moments ago, shot up and gripped his enormous wrist with an iron-like strength.

Her eyes snapped open, emitting a breathtaking yet deadly blood red light that illuminated the dark tunnel while her scarlet hair began to turn white. 

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Her body, frail and debilitated, suddenly began to radiate a blood red light. 

It was like a dormant volcano, once tranquil and deceptive, now abruptly exploding into an unrestrained display of power and majesty.