The intertwining white and violet energy flickered like flames, giving shape to a jagged scythe that seemed to pulse with life, or rather, death. The handle, wrapped in shifting tendrils of violet energy, seemed to writhe as though alive, exuding an aura of despair.
The scythe's presence only enhanced the ominous pressure around her, her aura flared, triggering both hers and Diablo's eyes to flare. Both their gazes centered onto the ant, whose body was working against it.
Eve tilted her head as she gazed at the muscled ant, no one else in the vicinity mattered in her eyes. Instead of the hatred that she should have towards the ant, her vile smile was ever more daunting than any outward anger.
Eve's eerie smile wasn't malicious either, nor did her expression contain excitement for whatever she was about to do. Her expression was simply, passionate. A sadistic sense of passion as if her next action was her only sense of fulfillment in life.
