"I see now..." Westros murmured, his gaze fixed on Lyra, a look of disbelief creeping onto his face. "I was just wondering why her power was increasing so quickly..."
Around Lyra, the floating corpses of the Stellar Devourers were slowly withering away.
Westros muttered to himself again, "So, the more Stellar Devourers she kills, the more power the rules grant her."
Because her power was born to counter the Stellar Devourers, every kill strengthened the very rules she was bound to. In turn, she could draw even more strength from them.
Even now, though they had reclaimed the avatar of the black hole, it only meant Lyra would grow even stronger.
Like a god descending upon the battlefield, Lyra merely spread her fingers, and a green light instantly bound the Stellar Devourers.
With a slight clench of her fist, the Stellar Devourers attacking her shattered into nothingness with a dull bang.
Iskandor frowned, his brows tightening. "Seal!"
