Racheal smiled brightly as she turned and walked back toward Damian, twirling the pale crescent dagger between her fingers before dismissing it into pink mist. She raised one hand and waved at him cheerfully as though she had merely finished a casual conversation instead of a battle against one of Wrath's strongest demigods.
Damian remained seated upon his throne. His expression was completely frozen and his brows were tightly knitted beneath his fan while confusion and disbelief lingered deep within his eyes. He had witnessed every second of the exchange without blinking, yet the more he replayed it in his mind, the less he understood what had actually happened. Racheal's powers seemed to exist somewhere beyond the framework he had slowly begun understanding.
He finally let out a slow breath.
"Okay... what the hell was that?" Damian muttered.
Silence answered him.
