At this moment, the Lamia Queen or Autarch suddenly closed the projection as a ripple of static cut across her mind; it was one of her puppet guards!
For an instant, the queen's eyes, like twin polished emeralds, brightened with a ruthless light. Her lips tightened; she icily commanded, "Don't do anything!"
No sooner had the command vanished than the air around the palace convulsed. A pressure of raw soul-energy fell like winter over the throne room. Autarch has easily seen through the Legendary King's soul-senses!
At that moment, a voice, low and edged with an emotion the forest had not heard in generations, carried through the halls.
It was both command and accusation, the tone of a thing that had waited and hunted until patience snapped, "Lamia Queen…come out."
The Lamia Queen's pupils narrowed. For the briefest heartbeat, a flicker of calculation passed across her features, then she vanished from the throne as if unstitched from the world!
