After Lyra grievously wounded two Supremes in quick succession, panic rippled through the Stellar Devourers.
They scrambled to flee but found themselves unable to open any interdimensional channels.
With her blade pressed against one of their throats, Lyra's voice was glacial. "Tell me—how did you know I was here?"
Even if Jerome knew she was someone else, he shouldn't have been able to identify her. Certainly not as Lyra Shedd.
The Stellar Devourer clenched his jaw, refusing to answer.
Without hesitation, Lyra beheaded him in a single, fluid motion. The rest, paralyzed by fear, provided no useful information.
In the shadows, a man observed Lyra's cold efficiency, his eyes glinting with interest as she dispatched her enemies.
Meanwhile, Jerome cowered in his office, drenched in sweat.
