Alice had never been a friend, never an ally, only a snake, her eyes glazed with envy and greed, ready to swallow friend and foe alike if it brought her closer to power.
Circe had long since put Rafael to death. And Alice?
Her punishment had been years in the making, sown by Circe's own hand, though even Circe herself had not realized it. Now came the day she would watch the serpent finally crumble.
Through Noah's body, Circe bore witness as Cassius wielded her power, the very force that had once shaken the foundations of Versailles. He cast it upon Alice's monstrous form. She turned to flee, but found herself bound, her swollen body unable to escape the crushing weight of that unleashed destruction.
For one fleeting instant, Alice's scream split the air. Then the world went white as the sphere of annihilation struck her face.
