"It was a good plan dear daughter." I felt her breath in my ear as she reformed behind me, one of her arms slung around my shoulder as if we were in a friendly embrace. My stomach dropped as if I'd started descending from the highest rollercoaster in the world.
"H-how…"
"The problem is that you assumed being in the mist that I created would hinder my vision. While it was a lot of fun to let you girls believe that I was nothing more than a rampaging monster, I'm quite happy to tell you that I'm much more complex than some low tier monster."
"S-so its true, you're not my mother." Though I'm terrified of the situation we're in right now, there was a sense of relief that came with that knowledge.
"No. I would never create a being so weak and pathetic as you. I am the Silver Sentinel known as Mist Maiden and I killed Moira Braxton years ago, on this very highway."
Oh god…mom.
