The air grew heavier, dimly electric with tension as Eve's black sclera gleamed under the flickering light of the chandelier. Her spiraling twin tails undulated hypnotically, each movement exuding chaos and malice.
While the severed head of the Drowned Revenant rested on the table like a grim centerpiece, her defiant eyes glaring even in her dismembered state.
Eve took a step forward, her dark grin stretching unnaturally wide, her floating hands flexing and curling like ravenous predators eager to pounce. "Oh, what a beautiful place. So cozy, so warm. But don't mind me... I only came to fetch what's mine."
The Vivianes were the first to react.
"Enough!" my original Viviane declared, her orange eyes blazing like twin suns as she stepped between Eve and the rest of us. Her voice cut through the room like a blade, firm and unyielding. "You won't take another step."
