Isla doesn’t even look at the white witch who is embracing her dark side, she doesn’t take Cressida seriously at all, she doesn’t take a single one of the guardians seriously. Maybe if this was the start of this journey she put herself on she would be frightened, she would be looking for threats, but her power has grown. The more blood she took from these worthless beasts, the more loyalty that has surrounded her, everything has caused her power to rise to an untouchable level.
The hatred she felt before, the injustice all growing and twisting into what she is today, as she embraced the dark as she plunged further into the black hole. Isla’s eyes search through the m******e, her eyes only landing briefly on Dean, her supposed lover, her supposed second in command. Seeing him in the battle
