Sapphire, now with her face partially covered in blood, her hair disheveled, and her clothes in tatters, dug her hands into the ground as she rose again—or tried to. Morrigan had left her there, temporarily abandoned on the ground like a broken doll. But the Celtic warrior's gaze still glowed with an ancient hunger, an almost childlike pleasure in dismantling anything that offered resistance.
Sapphire spat blood to the side and shouted, her voice heavy with rage and frustration: "Stop using your shitty tricks to seal my killer aura!!!"
Her aura flickered around her body, trapped, sealed in invisible layers of enchanted energy. Her killer power—normally pulsing and suffocating like toxic smoke—now seemed contained, like a beast trapped inside a glass box.
Morrigan responded with a dangerous smile, twirling the spear of black energy in her hand with cruel elegance. The wind around her seemed to respond to her footsteps.
