Starglow Basin basura

Saya doesn’t flinch, her glittering gaze locked onto Soto's as she slowly lowers herself into a deep bow. The silence between them thickens, tense, yet weighted with understanding. There is no hesitation, no question of her resolve—only the molten promise they share in silence.

When she rises, her eyes flick to the captives, then back to Soto, a shadow of icy determination etched across her delicate features. She doesn't need to say it; the vow radiates from her stillness, as sharp and deadly as any blade. Her message is clear: one way or another, she will finish this.

There is a darkness there, a willingness to descend as deeply as he.