Infuriating. The feeling that she had lost before the battle started stirred inside Akasha, and it made the chaotic energies inside of her boil. If she had only ignored that man, but it was too late for that. If things came to an end, she could always escape and regroup.
This was all his fault, and now Morghen was here. Even if she could win against the boy, there was no way the God of War would let her go. This was all just a game to him, but if he is willing to stand aside, he has confidence in the boy who couldn't do anything the day before.
Below her, the body of Alphonse Vienerstien writhed on the floor of her tent, back to his normal human form. Making him bigger did not help, but this time she would not underestimate the child. The first part of Akasha's power was actually resurrection, not necromancy. The second part was enchanting, used to seal the soul to the body and control them.
