Mira didn’t blink.
She stood at the center of the stone path, dressed in white, her hair braided like a crown, her eyes flickering with light that didn’t belong to this world.
“I’m not here to fight,” she said, voice soft, eerie.
“But you’re ready to kill,” Soren countered, eyes locked on her hands—open, calm, dangerous.
Valencia smiled from behind her. “I taught her well. She doesn’t need rage to ruin you.”
Damien stepped in front of Elira and Amira. “Touch either of them, and I’ll bury you.”
Mira tilted her head. “I don’t want to hurt the girl.”
“Why are you here?” Elira demanded, pulling Amira closer.
“To show you what happens,” Valencia said, “when you try to erase me.”
Soren moved like a storm—fast, violent, relentless.
But Mira moved faster.
He struck—and she vanished.
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