The figure's blazing eyes locked on Avin, and in that instant his heart plummeted.
Her gaze pierced him with all the weight of betrayal, and fear drenched him to the marrow. His throat tightened, his breath caught. The blood drained from his face as a single thought tore through his mind: She will do to me what she did to him.
At his feet lay the crumpled ball of metal and bone that had once been a knight. If she could reduce a titan of steel and muscle into that twisted husk, what would she do to the one who had damned her with a single word?
Avin braced himself. He could already imagine her rage tearing him apart.
But then—
A hooded guard moved.
The man raised his hand and cast a ball of fire at the purple figure. The flames whirled across the air, striking her full in the chest.
The fire sputtered, cracked… and vanished. The smoke evaporated. The attack did nothing. Nothing but enrage her further.
