The lids of Arthur's eyes narrowed as he strode forward with measured steps toward Sylvia and seized her by the collar of her gown.
"What the hell did you do?"
Sylvia offered a warm smile, then leaned in trying to kiss him. "I'm sorry, Arthur."
Arthur pulled his lips away from hers, his gaze still dark and guarded. "I won't ask again. What did you do, Sylvia?"
Sylvia gently brushed away his hand, and his eyes widened. "You haven't even awakened yet, so don't assume you still have the same strength as before."
Arthur exhaled slowly. "So, are you going to answer me or not?"
She glanced at him. "It's just as you suspect. The world ended, and I used the last of my divine power to regain some control, but even that was limited."
"That doesn't explain why I'm still alive… and with my memories at that," Arthur retorted.
Sylvia turned toward the courtyard, inhaling the cold northern air. "I told you I altered some things, didn't I?"
