Meika crouched low, eyes locked on his glowing violet ones.
Riven's gaze swept her figure with a faint smirk.
"You've really gotten stronger," he continued. "But you're still underestimating me."
Meika didn't reply.
She lunged, twin daggers aimed with deadly precision—for his neck and groin.
But—
Blink.
Riven vanished, reappearing just out of reach.
Meika's blades sliced air. She landed off-balance, caught herself, rolled.
Whoosh—CRACK!
A purple arc of energy tore through the spot she had just vacated, splitting the floor like a hot blade through ice.
Meika snapped:
"Are you trying to kill me?!"
Riven shrugged, still wearing that infuriating smile.
"Why would I?"
Meika's eyes narrowed. Rage shimmered beneath her calm.
She rose again, daggers ready to attack.
She vanished into the darkness.
A breath later, she reappeared—right beside Riven, her presence erased like a phantom in the rain.
Slash!
