Aria blinked, her eyes narrowed as she locked on the distant figure of her friend,

“What is Rose doing here?” she thought as her gaze locked on the young woman standing around the chaos and gore in the middle of the clearing. But what really caught her attention though, wasn’t the human itself.

It was the weave.

It changed.

The weave seemed to curl and shimmer around her. The strands of light coiled around the air and seemed to form beautiful patterns on her skin. This ...