"Aah, finally!" Judge thought as he watched them all vanish after the teleportation. If his understanding of the scriptwriter ability was correct, Selena would now be forced to demonstrate some grand principle. Not that he cared much about what it was.
All he had done was subtly manipulate Selena into telling the others she would reveal a principle— a trick that would drain every drop of her ether. He knew full well she had a reservoir of ether large enough to power a city, but the script needed her to be vulnerable. And for that, her energy had to be depleted.
Everything was falling into place exactly as he had planned. Now, it was time to teleport to Hawthorne— or Lucifer, as the man wore his mask when he left the Studio. The next step? Pure acting. The kind of performance that would make Oscar winners look like amateurs fumbling with cue cards.
