The sky above Rus had already become a fractured war zone of shifting cold and pressure when Henrietta finally arrived.
She didn't announce herself.
She simply entered the battlefield.
A sharp surge of controlled energy tore through the air from the side as she pierced into the ongoing clash, stabilizing her trajectory instantly mid-flight. The celestials reacted immediately, adjusting formation, but Henrietta didn't engage them head-on.
Her eyes locked onto the Ice Belle first.
Then Lucas.
Without hesitation, she moved.
A precise burst of force displaced the air between them, and in the split-second gap it created, Henrietta reached forward and took Lucas from the Ice Belle's arms.
Lucas's weight shifted instantly into her hold.
Barely conscious.
Still suppressed.
Still bleeding.
The Ice Belle didn't resist the transfer.
Not because she couldn't.
But because she allowed it.
Her focus had already shifted the moment Henrietta arrived.
Now her hands were free.
