Selene watched, her glaive at the ready, but she didn't attack. For all her caution, all her preparation, what could she do? Alyssara's power wasn't merely growing—it was reimagining itself, stepping into realms that Selene's own strength couldn't hope to touch.
Alyssara finally opened her eyes, her gaze alight with predatory delight.
"I suppose this is what it means to evolve," she said softly, her voice carrying a silken edge. She stretched her arms, her threads swirling around her like the tendrils of a cosmic entity. "And here I thought that contract would hold me back forever. How dull."
She turned her gaze toward Selene, the faintest smile playing on her lips. "And now… I have all the time in the world to understand him. My Arthur."
Selene braced herself, gripping her glaive tighter. She couldn't afford to let her guard down, not even for a moment. Whatever Alyssara had become, it was something far beyond the foe she had prepared to face.
