Before anyone could react, a large golden whip formed in Emira's hand, its light shimmering across the courtyard.
Aron Mast's fingers curled tightly around the void stone hidden in his palm as a low growl rose from his chest. How was she able to master this? He had never taught her something like this."What are you doing?" he demanded, forgetting the warning that Kael had given him.
"I am about to take back what belongs to me, Dark Lord- my revenge. But don't worry. You will be the last one. I shall start with Shiqi Stav." Emira turned her head to look at the older, now frial woman who stood shivering on one corner, staring at her with hatred in her eyes.
But before she could raise the whip, Aron growled, "Mira, I do not know what you think you are doing. But the soul-stripping whip is not something you should use without understanding the consequences. And Shiqi belongs to me."
