"You've gotten better," Iliana was saying, one foot pressed over Altair's heaving chest. "It's not bad, but you're not using your Omniscience optimally; you can't keep using it in pulses."
Altair could only growl, unsure how to explain that he wasn't actually using his omniscience in pulses.
Securitizing Atlairs face, Iliana took her foot off his chest. Those dark scarlet eyes, quivering ever so slightly. Excitement? Her gaze had been like that since yesterday. It hardly mattered anymore. Altair had given up trying to comprehend Iliana— he was better off trying to comprehend madness—the woman was crazy.
If not for her lack of ambition, he was sure this one woman might be the most dangerous creature in the Myriad Heavens. Not the Abyss; there were too many things in the Abyss that scared her shitless, as she said. Altair couldn't imagine it, though Iliana said that he couldn't imagine much, that his mind was limited to a fixed dimensional plane of existence.
