"...My Mother?"
Brandon turned his head and stared at the woman's face in utter shock.
The black mist that had cloaked her began to reform, swirling upward like smoke.
It coiled around her features, reshaping the sharp, divine beauty of Azyrth into something softer.
And the face beneath was unmistakable.
Marzella Quillhart.
Elize's entire body went rigid.
She clenched her fist so hard the knuckles cracked audibly, and the faint glow around her spatial aura flickered erratically.
"How dare you..."
She uttered in a cold voice
"...use Marzella's body as your vessel to manifest your avatar."
She leaned down and grabbed Azyrth's neck, squeezing her throat "HOW DARE YOU..."
The air around her warped violently as space itself buckled under the pressure of her emotional outburst.
The ground beneath Azyrth's knees cracked as fine fractures raced outward.
Elize's eyes blazed with anger "Leave for now. I will find you and kill you someday."
