Victoria and Lucia stood on opposing ends, their attention drawn to what was once Lestat.
The grotesque tree stood in place, its abyssal aura seeking to taint the air about it though it did nothing else.
It didn't even seem capable of movement but history had taught denizens of Eventide to never attribute logic to things from that depraved place.
After a rather long bout of silence, Lucia finally spoke, her tone respectful. "Miss Envoy…"
Victoria raised a hand, silencing her as she kept her gaze on the tree born out of flesh, blood, and bones. "We need to destroy it."
Nadia was about to step forward but Arwen beat her to it.
"Let me handle it."
The duo exchanged looks before Nadia conceded, taking a step back while Arwen continued forward, her silver hair billowing in the cold wind.
Everyone had their eyes on her causing her to grow nervous but she maintained her pace until she was merely an arm's length away.
