His hand moved toward the table's edge, divine power already gathering in preparation for an attack.
Aurora's laughter, melodious and inviting, stood in stark contrast to the inherent danger she embodied.
"Is that any way to treat family, Z? After all, I am father's sister. You'd think that would earn me some basic courtesy rather than that nasty hostility."
Death's gaze shifted between Draven and their guest, indicating heightened awareness.
While he did not overtly react, his demeanor conveyed a distinct increase in caution.
Draven stood slowly, his chair scraping against the grass. "Stella," he stated flatly, the name carrying weight that made reality ripple slightly.
"I should have known you'd find a way out eventually. My curse was designed to hold you, but nothing's truly permanent when the boy believes you're someone else."
"Your curse was quite clever," Stella replied, moving closer with steps that made her appear to glide across the grassland.
