Zaza's purple eyes glowed brighter, and the air around her seemed to darken, shadows pooling at her feet like animated ink.
"Will you die for me?" she repeated, tilting her head in an unsettling manner.
Kurt's hand instinctively moved to his throat, still sore from Rook's grip. "Yeah, that's a hard pass."
Emma on the other hand, didn't wait for negotiations. She raised her spear and fired a bolt at the obvious enemy.
The lightning bolt tore through the air, aimed directly at Zaza's chest, but she simply sank into her shadow. The attack struck empty ground, scorching the concrete, and she reappeared ten feet to the left, completely unharmed.
"Rude," Zaza said softly.
Then her shadow expanded outward. Now large enough for three shapes to emerge from the darkness.
