Deep in the valley, the smoke still drifting from a battle hard fought the night before. A man who wielded lightning to his whim lay slain, and near his corpse lay a woman who slept. Recovering from the night's exertion under the cover of clouds and sunrays, the Earth's atmosphere was much nicer than the last world's. Though the three men that she had fought here were more than enough to keep her busy and on her toes. The search for her father's killer was still fresh in her mind, and she had been putting herself in harm's way just to find a single man. 

Strange, isn't it? Though she no longer cares about the fight between her father and Fury, something drove her to continue. A shred of who she once was, probably. It would vanish once she got her revenge, and then she would be free to find a new drive in life. For now, she sought out every wielder of power. 

Though the sun's rays finally caught her eyes, Bita remained on her back for a while. Glaring towards the sky, empty thoughts flowing through her mind. Creeping past the normal thoughts that she could still manage, Bita often mused about the mistakes that she had made. Though her mind clouded with constant barrages of cruel and unforgivable thoughts, she was never able to properly think it through.

One day it would all come crashing down. But today was not such a day. Again, for the fourth day in a row, Bita had been set upon by a man of power. It was nice that so many were throwing themselves at her feet, it helped to alleviate the need to travel across this world to question every single one of them. It seemed convenient just how much knowledge those of power held, perhaps this man would know of Fury. His voice rang out into the valley, throwing threats down blindly. 

She spoke to herself in a soft murmur. "He hasn't even seen me yet."

The woman stood from her slumber, stretching her arms to the sky above. Black tar seeped through her pores and dressed her in themselves. They swirled around her flesh and pulled tight into a body suit before feathering off into several small cloak-like wings. It was as though she stepped on the air itself as she moved towards the cliff-face where the man called from. Ascending slowly with each 'step', she intentionally gave her movements a strong purpose. It would take a few moments for her to reach the top, but he would surely see her long before then.