She stood framed in the artificial light like an angel—impossible and brilliant and terrifying all at once. Red, gold, white—armour catching the light, the sword still held steady in her hand. Power thrummed around her, visible in the faint shimmer of blue that clung to her skin, to her eyes— Her eyes. They burned bright and furious for a heartbeat longer, then softened the moment they landed on Adora.
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