As the Queen of her race, one known to be deeply intertwined with death, Screecha had witnessed more death than most, both the countless lives claimed from her own race and those taken far beyond it.
And while most Banshees can do nothing but simply observe death taking place, she had the power to control it.
To negate the death of a being she deemed worthy of saving, keeping them alive.
It was a power she rarely exercised, as for a queen like her, simply being aware of the power she held was enough, rather than exercising it.
But ever since this fight had started, that ability had failed her.
One by one, she had witnessed the visions of these deaths, but not a single one of them had she been able to prevent.
And now that he stood so close to her, it seemed that her death was certain. After all, any being that he had come this close to had died shortly after.
Yet, the vision she saw right now wasn't that of her death at all.
It was…
"RUUUUUN_"
