Lyssa's thoughts, once dulled by the inexplicable ease of her friendship with Lilia, began to sharpen, cutting through the fog like a blade honed to lethal precision.
The enchantment—the quiet pull she hadn't questioned—was unraveling, and with it, her true instincts as an assassin returned in full force.
It didn't take long.
The moment her clarity snapped back, the pieces fell into place.
The seamless bond, the effortless trust—it hadn't been natural.
It had been crafted.
Lilia had used her Supernatural power on her.
Lyssa understood better than most that the scope of a Supernatural's abilities knew no bounds.
Power could manifest in infinite ways, shaping the world to their will, rewriting the rules of reality itself.
To some, influencing emotions or forging unshakable friendships might seem like a lesser ability—insignificant compared to raw destruction.
But Lyssa knew otherwise.
'Had this continued…'
A terrifying thought struck her.
