Neville watched as the realization finally dawned on her.
Let her choose, Neville thought. There's no door she can walk through without bleeding.
"I..." Lilianna started.
Then stopped.
Her eyes changed.
Neville had been watching her closely enough to catch every microexpression and muscle.
But he did not know what he was looking at now.
Everything was happening so quickly that nobody, not even Chronos, would be able to notice, aside from him.
Lilianna's irises bled to a bloody red, turned inhuman as he had seen before.
But then he saw another thing he hadn't seen before.
Her hair hung loose past her shoulders, gold strands catching the ambient lighting.
Something moved, hidden where the strands fell thickest against her neck—
A small, pale protrusion, pointed and bone-like.
It pushed against the skin from the inside like a fingernail. It poked out of the flesh behind her neck before retreating as if nothing had happened.
What the—
