The Moon Bloom shimmered over her shoulder—light and cold becoming a single blossom. Then fired.
A piercing lance of hyper-compressed frostblood.
Right into the priest's chest.
He screamed—not because of pain, but because his god's blessing was being devoured.
He lunged in desperation—but Veyra had already vanished.
She appeared behind him. Her arm was coated in blood-ice armor now—thorned and barbed.
She punched forward.
The ice-arm drove into his back, rupturing through his chest.
Then she whispered near his doglike ear, "You had faith. I have instinct."
With a twist, she shattered the heartstone.
The priest collapsed in a wash of frost.
The curse mark on her back shattered like cracked glass.
She stood over him, barely bleeding.
And slowly turned, descending the stairs again.
Valeris raised an eyebrow. "Silent killer."
Asher nodded. "And still evolving."
