Bastet's felinid ears twitched.
She lifted her chin.
"Know your place," she commanded.
The pressure doubled.
Stone screamed. Shadows shattered. And the Skirmeshade Stalkers learned, too late, that the sun did not need to chase its enemies.
— Thirsty247: What the heck is going on? When did the girls become superbabes? They're not even casting spells… They're just obliterating their enemies?!
Kaiden almost laughed.
'That's a damn good question.'
His eyes stayed on the battlefield, on Aria ruling the sky like a cold lunar executioner, on Bastet turning the ground itself into a kneeling subject, but his thoughts drifted backward, slipping past the noise, past the cheers, past the blood and spectacle.
Back to after the trial.
After Wrath.
When he had been shaking, raw, emotionally flayed in a way no amount of physical pain could compare to.
That was when the messages had come.
A storm of text.
