"Hey! Kaela!"
Ethan's voice cut cleanly through the noise of the southern entrance to the Stadium.
For a split second, everything seemed to freeze.
Gasps spread through the crowd like a shockwave, people instinctively stepping back as dozens of heads snapped toward him.
"Did he just-?"
"No way…"
"He said her name…"
The reaction was immediate and unanimous.
There was no curiosity or admiration, just pure fear of the woman in black leather, who stopped mid-step.
Kaela, the Riot Valkyrie.
Her reputation spoke for itself as her aura suddenly flared.
A pulse of violent, crackling purple energy erupted around her body, distorting the air slightly as if reality itself recoiled from her presence. The temperature seemed to drop, or maybe that was just the effect she had on people.
Slowly, she turned.
Her sharp, violet eyes locked onto Ethan with a look in them that was dangerous, wild, and unpredictable.
