Chapter 799 – Prank Call
Vira staggered backward.
"You were weak," she snapped, but it lacked conviction. "You were exiled. Branded."
"Yes," Cyrinne replied.
A pause.
"And I endured."
The artifact pulsed once.
Low.
Deep.
The ground beneath Vira's feet cracked.
Vira tried to gather her aura again, tried to summon that unstable, volatile distortion, but it sputtered. Her energy flared unevenly, like a candle fighting wind.
Cyrinne stepped forward one final time.
The movement wasn't dramatic.
It was inevitable.
"You ruled through humiliation," she said. "Through theft."
Vira's eyes widened.
"You don't—"
Cyrinne lifted her hand.
Not fast.
Not violent.
But precise.
The authority of the artifact condensed around her palm, dense, compressed, absolute.
Vira felt it.
Her body froze, not from external restraint, but from internal severance. Her aura began peeling away from her core like cracked lacquer.
"You can't," she whispered now. Not defiant. Desperate.
