Keep the anomaly contained. Hunt down the two apostles. The mission was simple, and Zagreus was determined to see it through. It would end in success or in his death.
"You are quite the cheeky one," he heard the woman say, standing there with hundreds of small dark tendrils piercing through her, emerging from thin air.
Emma couldn't believe she had been harmed by something so cheap. But the moment those tendrils touched the aether within her, they began to burn away.
Her injuries healed at an astonishing pace, and she stood ready for another battle.
Zagreus tilted his head. "Aren't you quite petty? Instead of checking on your lover, you're here protecting another man."
Emma rolled her eyes. "Was that supposed to enrage me?" Her gaze sharpened as a smirk formed. "The fact that you chose to isolate him before showing your ugly face here already answers whether he needs protection or not."
