Third-person Pov
Seraphina's expression shifted from confusion to surprise as she processed Electra's words. "Wait," she said, her voice laced with disbelief, "you heard the voice too? When was this?"
Electra leaned back on the garden bench, folding her arms across her chest. "The night you locked me on the rooftop," she replied flatly, the bitterness in her tone unmistakable. "I thought it was some kind of twisted hallucination, given the situation I was in."
Seraphina's eyes widened. "What did it say to you?"
Electra let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "It mocked me, mostly. I couldn't even tell where it was coming from, but it was there. Clear as day. The last thing it said to me was, 'How does it feel to be powerless?'"
She clenched her jaw at the memory. "At the time, I thought I was just losing my mind."
