'If it came to it, how do I kill Ellianthra…'
Those words never left his lips, they were just a thought and yet Ellie seemed to have sensed it. It was not that she could read minds, she was just too adept at reading emotions.
She had hundreds of years of experience under her belt so it was to be expected.
Without looking at him, Ellie spoke, her voice far colder than before.
When she did it was as though he was no longer speaking to the Ellie he knew, but rather the Elder Phantom that had lived for hundreds of years.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Many have tried, and many have died. You may be important to my plans but—"
Her voice carried authority and was effortlessly imposing, every word she said sounded like a threat, or rather an assurance.
Because she could very well do whatever she wished.
