Hundred and Thirty-Four

Moments later, Arabella finally grasped the purpose behind the grueling flight training that Orga had imposed upon her. Striding toward Blaze, her magnificent red and golden wings beat powerfully behind her. As she lifted his lifeless body, a shiver ran through her; he felt cold, utterly still. The reality of his absence had yet to sink in fully.

Tears streamed down Arabella's face as she cradled Blaze tenderly. Swiftly wiping them away, she sought to conceal any signs of vulnerability in front of Alessia. Her eyes smoldered with outrage and pain as she turned to confront Alessia.

"You will pay for this, Alessia," Arabella growled, her voice dripping with intensity. "I swear on my soul; I'll make you suffer for what you've done."

With her wings fully spread behind her, Arabella's imposing presence intensified. Alessia tutted dismissively, refraining from the immediate response as Arabella continued her emotional tirade.

"Crossing me was a grave mistake, Alessia," Arabella snarled, her