Osiris didn't even have time to scream properly.
One second he was stumbling into the mist like a panicked toddler, and the next—
WHOOSH—
the Lunareen yanked him into the air with enough force to snap his soul loose from his spine.
His legs dangled.
His arms flailed.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out because the invisible coils around his throat were squeezing just enough to silence him.
His eyes?
Wide.
Bloodshot.
Full of "oh gods Isabella please save me."
The lagoon below exploded with movement.
Serpentine tails sliced through the glowing water, creating ripples of blue light. Scales shimmered like moving constellations. Dozens of Lunareen heads rose out of the depths—hair floating, fangs bared, eyes glowing like underwater lanterns designed specifically to cause heart attacks.
The High Seraph surged forward, her massive tail curling protectively around the others. Power vibrated off her body like underwater thunder.
"WHAT IS THAT THING?" she hissed.
