"That's not the same," Victoria growled. Her hands shimmered faintly, the light coalescing into the rough shape of a blade. As it solidified into a gleaming longsword of energy, her Trait—Imperium—manifested with deadly intent.
"Oh, but it is," Amelia said, her lips curling into a venomous smile. "You killed for your position. Don't deny it. Do you really think you're different from me?"
Victoria's fists clenched around her construct blade, but she didn't deny it. Her silence was enough.
Amelia's expression flickered, a momentary crack in her composure. "You really don't get it, do you? The artifacts are more than trinkets you use to enhance your strength. They're relics from the old world. Or, the other worlds."
"A world where the system wasn't corrupted by greed and control. A world where people like me—people like us—had a chance to be free."
