Volta's plush lips parted in a soft sigh, her chest heaving heavily and straining the front zipper of her suit as the hum of power ran through her veins. She didn't flinch as the villains' dark presence pressed against her.
However, their presence here, arriving at this exact moment, made it clear that whatever Darithi said was correct.
These villains, definitely from the Villain Syndicate, had some deep connection with the dean of the hospital, as the way they spoke made it evident that they were here to act as bodyguards for someone.
"Your mistake," she said, her husky voice steady, "is thinking you can match me."
The wind surged violently, whipping her hair, and the taller villain stepped forward, his form melting into the air itself. "You may be S-rank, Volta," he hissed, "but no one stands against us."
In a blur of motion, he thrust his hands out, sending a wave of twisted metal toward her—a spray of jagged shards shot forward.
