Celestia clapped her hands together sharply.
A pulse of authority surged through the air as the space between her and Elaric stretched...
The catacombs warped unnaturally, expanding as if reality itself were being pulled apart at the seams.
What was once a few meters widened into dozens!
Elaric raised an eyebrow, amused.
She was trying to create distance... Desperately.
She couldn't let him close nor could she allow him to touch her... or the puppets she controlled.
Because if he did…
Then Elaric would begin analyzing the mana pathways she used to jump from vessel to vessel.
He would isolate the core resonance frequency, track its repeating pattern...
And from there, trace it back to her real body.
No. That cannot happen.
'I can't risk it as of now.'
She thought grimly.
'It's best to retreat.'
She reached inward, focusing on the connection tethering her consciousness to the corpses.
She willed the link to sever—
But instead of fading... the thread thickened!
