Grace looked into the Bloom's eyes.
Her rapier hovered an inch away from her neck. From this perspective, it looked like Grace was about to kill Eternia herself.
[Do I have to...?]
The Bloom's face shifted between expressions - fear, acceptance, confusion. Tears rolled down her cheeks and became butterflies that died instantly.
"You're her." The Bloom's voice came out broken. "You're Eternia."
"I'm not—"
"You have her face. Her energy." The Bloom's body writhed, corruption spreading like ink through water. "You made me like this."
Grace's hand shook. The rapier trembled.
"I didn't make you."
"You did!" Multiple mouths opened across the Bloom's form. "You put creation in me! Told me to make things! Said it was my purpose!"
[Suddenly, she thinks I'm Eternia? Or is she trying to manipulate me? Is she trying to confuse me?]
"And now you're here to kill me." The Bloom's original face reappeared. "Did I do something wrong? Did I create badly?"
Grace's chest tightened.
