The Devourer was standing near the largest window with an absolutely calm look on her face, almost as if everything that had happened hadn't fazed her, not one bit.
Or at least—
That was what it would look like to others who didn't know her.
As for those who did…?
That was different.
Like Allura, Amaya no longer had tears to shed, however, unlike Allura whose mind had collapsed, Amaya's mind had attached itself to something else.
Something… more terrifying.
Revenge.
She stared into the window's glass as if she could see the Infinities beyond it.
Her fingers were wrapped around her own arms so tightly that her nails had cut into her skin, blood had already stained her sleeves, but she did not seem to feel it.
Her mind hadn't stopped working.
Even now.
Especially now.
Nux had made it almost impossible for them to take revenge, almost.
But Amaya found a way out.
Or at least, a possible way out.
Zylarith Chaosveil.
