Althea's power was like an endless ocean—no matter how much was drawn from it, the depths remained unfathomable. She was intoxicated by the sheer magnitude of it.
The exhilarating rush of power coursing through her veins was so overwhelming, so euphoric, that her consciousness wavered, threatening to spiral into delirium over and over again.
She could do anything. Her power was boundless, limitless. The realization that she had finally ascended to the realm of the gods sent waves of uncontainable ecstasy rippling through her.
"Behold the true power of a witch!" she declared, her voice ringing out as ghouls surged forward again, tearing into the beasts with relentless ferocity. "Like a god, I can create life and command it to do my bidding. Wouldn't you want such power, King Rhaegar?"
