Vex's pentagram eyes, the burning crimson irises with their intricate geometric patterns rotating behind the black cores, went flat.
The light drained from them in a single heartbeat, the pentagrams fading like embers being smothered, the crimson bleeding out until what remained was solid, featureless black from edge to edge.
Dead eyes in a living face, beautiful and empty and absolute in their refusal to acknowledge what they had just seen.
The backlash that should have crippled her vanished.
124 points of Strength differential. 44 points of Vitality differential. The system measured those gaps, prepared the reciprocal cost that every curse demanded of its caster.
Vex looked the universe in the eye and told it she didn't see it.
The Hexwitch's obsession with Quinlan Elysiar was not a mere biological reaction between a male and female capable of reproduction in any form a rational mind would recognize.
