Tatiana watched this display with eyes that blazed with fury so pure it could have ignited stars.
She stood alone now, the sole consciousness remaining among what had become a garden of kneeling corpses, each one a mockery of everything they had represented in life and death.
Noah's gaze found hers, and when he spoke, his words carried the casual cruelty of absolute power amusing itself.
"Glorious. Tell me, Tatiana, Little Dream of THE Creature, do you think your corpse will also kneel after its collapse?"
Tatiana's response was unexpected.
She smiled.
It was a sadistic smile of someone who knew secrets that her opponent had not yet begun to comprehend. When she spoke, her voice was low and haunting, threaded with a strange, almost sacred amusement.
"You speak of death as if it ends things," she said softly. "How small a thought for one who wields such ruin."
Her hollow features glowed faintly as she continued.
