Chapter 25: Anya : Her Troubles
From a high vantage point, atop a crumbling building overlooking the chaos Ruel had unleashed, two figures watched the scene unfold.
The first woman, clad in practical, utilitarian clothing, stood with a rigid posture, her expression neutral, almost calculating.
Her name was likely someone practical, Emily.
Beside her stood the second woman.
Anya, She possessed a mature figure, curves honed by years of hardship and leadership, and an undeniable allure.
Her face, framed by dark, flowing hair, held a complex mix of emotions: wariness, a flicker of something akin to lust, and a deep-seated bitterness.
The first woman spoke, her voice low and steady, in contrast to the screams echoing below.
"Madam," she said, her gaze fixed on Ruel, who stood amidst the carnage,
"look at that man. He possesses... extraordinary power."
"If we could get him on our side, he would definitely change the balance of power in this base."
"We could change the equilibrium of power to our side and consolidate our position."