Sylphia jumped to her feet, her scream tearing through the silence of the stands.
"Mom!"
Her voice echoed, breaking the tension hanging over the arena. Her eyes widened in absolute terror. Beside her, Aldrich remained perfectly still. His fists were clenched, his arms taut like steel cables. Only his gaze—locked onto the center of the battlefield—betrayed that he knew exactly what Veynessa was doing.
Yllara furrowed her brow slightly. Her hand was still buried in Veynessa's body when the woman's form began to shift. A subtle pulse coursed through her figure, and her outline began to ripple, as if the air around her had suddenly warped. In a single flash, her body exploded into hundreds of tiny, shimmering fragments of light, drifting like shattered glass catching sunlight—then vanished without a trace.
