Reeva, still perched on the pillar, kept his eyes on both Hilda and the bride. He could see it—Hilda was nearing the edge of control. Her body had elongated into something barely recognizable, a hulking figure with skin cracked and red from the overexertion of her mystic force. Blood continued to stream from every pore, flooding the room with her anguish.
If this keeps going, Hilda might lose herself completely…
But that wasn't a concern he could afford right now. The bride was their immediate threat. She needed to be put down before she regained any ground. Reeva knew he had to act fast.
The bride, now cornered and bound, was no longer in control of the situation. Her eyes, which had once burned with cold fury, were now wide with fear as she realized that Hilda's power was something even the void couldn't fully counter.
