As Zathena drew nearer, her dark aura swirling around her like smoke, I could feel the power within me surging, yearning to be released. But I knew that if I did so, it would only fuel her dark intentions. I had to be clever to outsmart her and buy time for the gods to make their move.
"Zathena," I called out, my voice barely steady. "Why do you seek to take my powers by force?"
She paused, the dark energy in her hand faltering for a moment. "Your powers are not yours to control," she whispered, her eyes glinting with malice. "They are mine by rights."
"And why is that?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Because you desire power and control? What makes you believe that you are worthy of taking what does not belong to you?"
