Keede's grip tightened.
Her blood was boiling— literally. Steam rose from her body in waves, every vein pulsing with molten heat. Even in Limbo, Zephyr could feel it— his skin hissing from proximity, his bones rattling from her wrath.
Her crimson eyes blazed, not with fury alone but something deeper.
Dominance.
She was a Crownkin. And this wasn't just a title.
It was a birthright forged in fire.
"I'll burn you wherever your are". She growled, her voice distorted in this warped dimension. Her hand clamped tighter, locking onto his hardened arm— melting the crystallized spatial layer around his fist.
Zephyr's breath caught. His thoughts, usually like sharpened blades, now tangled in the edge of decision.
Seven seconds.
That's how long he had left in Limbo before being ejected. And if he got thrown out here, mid-grapple, inside her Art's range, with dozens more spears forming behind her…
Death. Immediate. Unrecoverable.
