The moment the command left the being's lips, reality itself trembled. The gathered figures dropped to one knee, accepting her word as the commandment.
"Yes, Mistress Umbraelith."
"All hail the Shadow Star Princess."
"All hail the Daughter of Umbra."
"All hail the Heir to the Eternal Night."
Umbraelith drifted fully into view, her presence reshaping the darkness around her.
Her skin shimmered like midnight glass. Her hair spilled behind her in liquid shadow. Her eyes were the galaxies Damon had just angered, white, radiant, unstoppable. Her expression twisted into a cold, commanding snarl.
"Father's resurrection cycle is already unstable," she said calmly, though the cosmos shuddered with each word. "If someone devours even one percent of the parasites, the entire pool weakens."
Her gaze sharpened.
"And this thief has already surpassed that."
