Her veins throbbed with blinding, brilliant golden light that shined clearly through her pale skin and charred overalls. Every breath she took exhaled a mist of shimmering, golden steam that sizzled as it hit the cool air of the basement.
She took a slow, heavy step forward.
*CRACK.*
The solid, runic-carved obsidian floor instantly spider-webbed beneath her simple leather boot. The sheer, impossible mass of holding an entire planet's leyline inside a human body was actively breaking the localized physics engine around her.
"Boss... please," Wraith begged.
The Level 25 Assassin was pressed flat against the wall, shielding his face from the intense, scorching heat radiating off her body. His raspy voice was entirely stripped of its usual cool professionalism. He sounded like a terrified child.
