Her mother's words broke her heart. But she was right. Despite it all, she couldn't hold back anymore.
It was time. No more playing.
Odette reached into her pocket and touched it briefly with her fingertips.
The meteor.
She closed her fist around the stone.
It was small, dense, made with older than most anything living. Not a weapon. A vessel. The plan was precise: reach into her mother's body, find Ezelreth's soul, separate them and compress his soul into the stone before he understood what she was doing.
Speed was everything. He couldn't know until it was already done.
She moved.
She summoned lightning once more. But this time she didn't strike him with it, no, she built a cage, one constantly charged with magic, crackling across the ground and in the air. Trapping him for a moment. Just a moment.
That was all she needed.
