Ouroboros, still leaning against the wall, spoke for the first time in a low, almost hissing tone:
"Or perhaps her body recognizes something even older than authority... something primal. Predator and prey. The instinct to submit to power."
Kali stepped forward, her gaze cold and assessing. "Hm... That would explain why her cult has survived for so long. They don't follow an ideology—they follow fear."
Samira snapped her fingers, amused. "So, the same principle our husband has used for centuries." She winked at Strax with a mocking smile.
He merely arched an eyebrow. "Fear is effective."
Scarlet laughed. "And addictive."
Lilith looked from one to the other, trying to understand the conversation. Still pale, she gripped the chains attached to her wrists. "What are you...?" she asked hesitantly.
Tiamat snorted, a puff of smoke escaping her nostrils. "Something you couldn't possibly understand."
Strax, however, responded calmly. "We're just very powerful, think of it that way."
