SIGRID

I emerged from beneath her feet, from the last remnants of the enchanted forest—Electra’s powerful illusion. She controlled everything in this terrain.

I grabbed her hair from behind, exposing her neck. She crouched, trying to rise and strike back.

The storms were gathering again, but my merciless hand drove straight to her throat, slicing from left to right. Deep and fatal.

Blood splattered onto the fake body lying in front of Petra—the one I had created midair, using the hem of my dress as a decoy puppet.

At the same time, taking advantage of the mist that had blinded them all, I hid beneath the bewitched ground, near the mannequin that mimicked my form—lying in wait, like a predator stalking its prey.

She swallowed the illusion completely. Most of them did.

I had to admit, this spell of Electra’s was truly twisted and brilliantly deceptive. I turned her body over—she was on her knees, trembling.

I wanted to see her eyes. Now, she was truly panicked. Now, she felt real terror