Elara's pupils contracted, but her expression did not falter. "I wonder who told you that."
The Entity chuckled, his hands deteriorating the barrier as he unnervingly caressed it. "I know everything, Princess. From my birth to your death."
A look of disgust flashed across her face at his words. "Then you know you shall fall here."
Her eyes flitted to Vane, who used his sword as an anchor, before returning back to the Entity.
The silver embroidery lining her divine white dress began to glow with a muted resonance, as though each thread hummed with a different note searching for harmony.
The Entity's smile faltered for a split second before he spat a large amount of black liquid at the dome with a rueful expression.
The brittle grey intensified at the point of contact between the black contents and the dome, but suddenly, it halted.
Then reversed.
