Ignivara hung in the air, suspended in a hell of her own making. Eight meters above the ground, she was a prisoner of the invisible crushing force, her body vibrating with the violent effort to remain upright.
The golden light in her eyes had shifted; the tactical fire of a warrior had been replaced by a flickering, confused dread. She wasn't just looking at a combatant anymore; she was looking at an anomaly.
"You are... advising me..." she gasped, a thick string of bloody saliva trailing from her chin.
Drip. Drip.
"In the middle... of trying to kill me?"
"I am telling you true things," Rex replied, his voice as smooth and unyielding as polished marble.
He hovered there, a god of physics looking down at a broken bird. "Whether you use them to survive or use them to understand your own failure is your decision."
"Truth is indifferent to your survival, Ignivara."
