Third-person POV
The light came out of nowhere.
One second, the crowd was screaming for blood, and the next, a wave of gold cut through the air so bright that everyone had to shield their eyes, and the execution ground went silent for the first time since dawn.
From the balcony above, Iris froze. She didn't need to ask what was happening. She knew. That light wasn't ordinary, it carried heat that pulsed, alive and familiar, and her heart dropped.
"Oh no…" she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the railing, her left arm still weak and half numb. The antidote Jella had given was still not enough, and unfortunately, she was still far from full strength, so if that light was what she thought it was…
Electra was breaking free.
She didn't have time to think twice. She turned toward Jella, who was still watching the scene with a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding the danger.
