Marina stepped through the doorway.
The light bent around her, and in the next instant she stood in a vast, empty hall made of mirrored black water. Every surface reflected her image a thousandfold, each reflection twisting, stretching, warping.
At the far end, a figure waited.
The Phantom of the Seduction Empress.
Tall, graceful, draped in flowing garments of violet shadow. Her eyes glimmered like molten silver, and her presence pressed down on Marina like a tidal wave. The air itself felt heavy—thick with the pull of temptation and dominance.
Peak Void Rank.
This was no brute or swarm. This was a predator at the very top of the food chain.
The Empress smiled. "A siren who abandoned her song. How curious. Shall we see if your body remembers the dance of power?"
She moved first.
