His words hung in the air, reframing the challenge. The immediate threat was contained, but the war will start at some point. Velantra, seething with impotent rage, could only watch as the demon who had humiliated her began to strategize her own permanent removal.
The bracelet on her wrist no longer felt like a symbol of victory, but like a target, and Caelen, who looked at her a bit, decided to remind her of something.
"Ohh! I forgot you didn't hear a few seconds ago, but I want to ask you this important question. Where do you think that bracelet came from?" Caelen's voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, cold and precise.
The question, the one he had already guessed the answer to, landed on her with fresh force. During her earlier outburst, she had been too consumed by her own divine fury to truly process it.
"It was given by my Mother!" Velantra insisted, but a sliver of doubt, poisoned by his earlier confidence, now tainted her conviction.
