Tave squinted, straining to focus through the rain and swirling clouds, his gaze locking onto a figure descending from the sky.
Yes, there she was.
Suspended high above, her silhouette framed by the brilliant light of the massive magic circle. A woman, effortlessly floating with a glowing bow in hand. Her long blonde hair streamed behind her. She wore a form-fitting archer's outfit, a practical yet elegant blend of dress and armor, her cloak primarily white with touches of violet that shimmered in the stormlight.
An Imperial Knight.
But not just any Imperial Knight.
She was Aura Vamoira. The fourth strongest among the Vensalor Knights. Ranked just above Elincia herself. More than that, she was the elder sister of the strongest Imperial Knight in the kingdom—the very one Tave had always quietly feared.
Of the four who might have arrived to escort this journey, who did Tave think would be the "safest"?
Honestly… none of them felt safe.
