They exchanged glances, knowing if they did not play their cards right, this could mean trouble in more ways than one and they did not have the time or maybe not even the strength to fight her if it came to that.
She didn't scream. Didn't panic. Her fury was quiet. Condensed into a storm of poised intent.
"She's here," Cathan murmured, voice barely audible.
Seraphina's knuckles whitened. "If Nova's still inside…"
Then the woman raised a hand, and with a sharp, unnatural motion, she snapped her fingers.
In response, a shockwave of infernal energy pulsed outward from her body. It spread across the burning base like a scanning flare, dancing across ash and ruin, sifting for something—someone.
Nova.
Wards cracked under the force of her search. Some parts of the flames died instantly where the pulse passed, snuffed by demonic intent.
"She's looking for him," Kiros whispered. "She knows someone important is still inside; she is annoyingly smart."
No one moved.
