Chapter 61: Time To Go Home...
Back on the screen, Yelena had now fully entered the frame, descending in a slow, graceful arc, standing atop her sword like a queen descending from the heavens.
Her expression was calm. Her stance poised. Her presence alone silenced everything. The wind whipped around her, but she didn’t even flinch.
The news anchor practically squealed. "As you can see, she’s already on the scene! There’s absolutely no need to worry, everyone! Please remain calm, as she will handle everything with her usual elegance!"
Almost on cue, Yelena raised one hand and instantly dozens, no, hundreds, of small glowing portals opened up in the air behind her in perfect symmetry. And from those portals, swords, sleek, glinting, and terrifyingly sharp, emerged like a swarm of precision missiles.
They then launched instantly.
For a moment, it looked like she was going to obliterate the sinking plane below.
The news reporter even gasped.
But the swords didn’t hit the plane’s engines. They didn’t pierce through its hull recklessly.
Instead, they struck its windows with surgical accuracy. Not destroying, but opening.
Then, one sword suddenly burst upward through the top of the plane, tearing a hole open wide. The reporter screamed again, until passengers started flying out.
Not from the impact. But from the swords, each blade having attached itself to a passenger and was now lifting them safely into the sky.
It was like a coordinated aerial ballet.